Bai Fengyin chuckled softly, and his tone grew increasingly sinister, "Don't you think it's a coincidence? I always like to leave traces of my work. I bet you haven't seen your partner's final appearance before she self-detonated, have you?"
"Today, I'll be generous enough to let you have a good look at her 'brave death' scene. The content might be a bit glaring, so you better hold on."
Upon finishing his words, the scene suddenly changed.
A figure in icy blue dashed out from the depths of the mountains—it was Shen Hanyi!
She was dressed in a plain white long dress, her silver hair blowing in the wind, and there was not a hint of fear on her veiled face, only a resolute determination.
That was the image imprinted deep in Zhou Qing's soul, the most painful concern during his midnight dreams.
"Han Yi..." Zhou Qing's voice choked as he watched, tears uncontrollably streaming down his face.
