When Huai Shi opened his eyes, he saw the golden dream before him crumbling and shattering amidst the collapse.
The Colosseum had vanished without a trace. In its place were the fragmented stands and the gradually collapsing stage.
The outlines of tall towers were slowly emerging, while all that was illusory disappeared…
Long hair fluttered past his eyes in the wind, carrying a delicate, fresh scent.
It was Luo Xian.
She sat beside Huai Shi, gazing at the scene beyond the tower. Tucking her wind-blown hair behind her ear, she turned and smiled at him.
"The story that doesn't belong to you has ended, Huai Shi," she said softly. "Are you going to move forward alone again?"
"I'm sorry."
Huai Shi nodded, not daring to look at her.
