Zhou Yu couldn't help but step forward and embrace Lin Luoluo in his arms.
However, this situation didn't last long. Zhou Yu suddenly snapped out of the daze.
He abruptly released his grip and looked at the woman in front of him.
It seemed that the original Lin Luoluo had reverted to being Little Lin.
Little Lin's pretty face was tinged with a trace of blush; she lowered her head, not daring to look at Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down quickly.
"I'm sorry, Little Lin, I lost my composure."
"But, how did you do that just now?"
"Why did you become like her?"
"Have you seen her by any chance?"
Upon hearing Zhou Yu's words, Little Lin finally raised her head.
"I'm sorry, Senior Zhou, I touched upon a painful topic for you."
"To be honest, I have seen that woman you just mentioned!"
Boom!
At these words, Zhou Yu felt a sudden roar echoing in his mind.
"You've seen her?"
"How is that possible?"
"She has been dead for over a hundred years."
