'For someone to develop such a habit, it definitely didn't happen in a single year.' She didn't even have to think to know how Mu Chen must have spent the past decade. She wanted to comfort him, to hold him, but she didn't have the right to do so. All she could do was stand by the window, watching the back of the figure gazing at the night view...
You stand on the bridge enjoying the scenery,
While the sightseer on the balcony watches you.
The bright moon adorns your window,
While you adorn another's dream.
"Huuu..."
An unknown amount of time passed. The night had gradually deepened. Mu Chen finally snapped out of his daze, let out a soft breath, and turned to leave the platform to rest in his room. But just then, an immense fluctuation of Primordial Power instantly tore through the space behind him. A powerfully-built, gray-haired old man with a sharp gaze suddenly stepped out of the rift!
