Chapter 111: Of Echoes and Shadows
The midday sun spilled across the street like liquid gold, warming the cobblestones beneath Feng Jiao Xue’s feet. Yet she felt none of it.
Her breath caught.
Her heart skipped.
Her whole body froze as though she’d been pierced by invisible qi.
That voice. That face. Those eyes.
She turned around slowly, her fingers tightening around the edge of her sleeve.
He stood with sunlight at his back, casting a gentle glow around him as if heaven itself had chosen to soften his silhouette. Tousled chestnut brown hair, soft with that same boyish charm. The familiar glint of mischief in his gentle blue eyes. Round glasses slightly askew on the bridge of his nose. The white sanctunimous robe delicately embroidered with golden threads made him looks pure, as if he doesn’t belong in this dirty, crime riddled city, nor at the broken path, rowdy place, and simple place.
Mo Tianze stepped half a step in front of her instinctively, tail twitching behind him in agitation. His eyes narrowed with a quiet, protective tension as he subtly positioned his body between her and the stranger seeing her unease, her strange reaction.. "Who are you?"
’Is this the man she is looking for?’ He thought to himself as he observed the new comer. ’He doesn’t look like much’ He huffed inwardly in his mind in indignant. ’He looks like a wind could knock him down. Just a pretty face. His much better!’
The young man blinked at them innocently, then tucked the book under his arm and gave a polite smile. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t eerie. But it was unnervingly familiar. Painfully... familiar as the background faded for Feng Jiao Xue and turns into blazing inferno.
Suddenly, it felt hot... it felt... hurt... as if her body was back... back to that day that lives in her nightmares...