The sound of the two men's footsteps was swallowed by the thick white fog. An invisible barrier separated them from the others.
Soon, Gu Huai stopped. He turned, crossed his arms, and leaned lazily against a withered tree. He raised an eyebrow at Ye Junhan. "Don't you want to ask me something, Mr. Ye?"
"For example, my identity, my background... or perhaps... my purpose in seeking you out?" The man's gaze on Ye Junhan was filled with meaning. "Or even, why I've appeared here?"
But Ye Junhan seemed completely unconcerned with the other man's sly little schemes. He stated indifferently, "She's not coming."
As long as Gu Xi didn't show up, whatever conspiracy the Gu Family had cooked up would ultimately fail.
The man—Gu Huai—smiled at his words. He looked up toward the distance, a hint of melancholy on his face, and suddenly said something that would have sounded completely baffling to anyone else. "I miss her very much."
'Who is 'her'? Gu Xi?'
