Li Qingmu staggered slightly, doubting his own senses.
Actually, when he returned from a horseback ride that afternoon, he saw that familiar silhouette and was thinking about something. So, the moment he looked into Long Yue's eyes, he instinctively wanted to let go.
However, he felt it was unreal, wondering if he missed her so much that he was imagining things.
And if it really was an illusion, then he might be in danger.
After observing carefully for a while, he was sure that this woman was his... Yue'er!
Back in Dazhou, Long Yue had played with human skin masks; he knew such things existed, so he immediately checked if the woman's face was wearing one.
But, there wasn't!
No trace at all!
Why was this the case?
He narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing at the petite figure in his arms.
She was thinner than before. She must have been through tough times recently?
