"Ling'er."
He gradually sank down, reaching a depth no one but Jiang Feiling dared reach. His face was already pressed against the surface of Kunlan Lake, and even his black-and-white robes had fallen into the water.
The lake surface was like a mirror.
The face it reflected was Li Tianming's own—black-gold eyes, increasingly mature features, a profound gaze unable to conceal the longing filling his eyes.
Both his hands rested on the lake's surface. It was icy to the touch, and even the tip of his nose touched the water. Droplets streamed down the bridge of his nose into his eyes, as though he were weeping.
"Don't go in!"
Lin Xiaoxiao's anxious voice grew fainter and fainter.
The waters of Kunlan Lake had already climbed over Li Tianming's body.
Within the lake's reflection, his mirrored eyes struggled in the agony of longing.
"Ling'er, will I still be able to see you in this life?"
His face was covered in droplets, as though tears were pouring down like rain.
The hands covering the lake surface trembled faintly.
This was his most painful moment.
Just then—
His eyes suddenly widened!
His reflection in the lake vanished.
Deep within the rippling pale-blue waters, a graceful figure condensed in the water. In that instant, she appeared before Li Tianming.
Ten slender, snow-white fingers passed through the lake's surface and clasped tightly with Li Tianming's palm.
Their fingers interlocked!
A peerlessly beautiful face appeared before him as well. She smiled softly, shallow dimples appearing on her cheeks. Her delicate, upturned nose met Li Tianming's at the surface of the lake.
"Big brother, I missed you."
Her voice drifted into his ears like flowing water, clear and gentle, her longing etched into her bones.
The mist and droplets on Li Tianming's face stood in stark contrast