Reunion with Old Friends

That voice was so familiar.

So familiar that Xu Yanwu had once thought he had finally gone insane.

Cang Xuan was already dead. She had died many years ago.

Even Cang Xuan's corpse had been right before his eyes, long since devoid of life.

If this was not an illusion, if he had not already gone insane...

How could he... how could he possibly hear Cang Xuan's voice?

Trembling slightly, Xu Yanwu slowly turned around.

At the entrance of the building, behind him, Xu Yanwu saw a figure that made him scarcely dare to breathe.

Though she looked somewhat illusory, though that figure floated in the air.

Xu Yanwu had not mistaken her, nor could he possibly mistake her.

That appearance was unmistakably Cang Xuan.

The Cang Xuan who was usually lazy, greedy for money, fond of sleep, and downright devious.

Without another word, Xu Yanwu moved at once, lunging forward from where he stood and wrapping his arms around that somewhat illusory figure.

Momentum sent Xu Yanwu and Cang Xuan tumbling out of the building together, even rolling down the tall flight of stairs.

Fortunately, Xu Yanwu was tough-skinned and Cang Xuan could not be hurt in her current state, so the two reached the bottom of the stairs without a scratch.

Though she felt somewhat insubstantial, the moment Xu Yanwu held Cang Xuan's body, the tears he had been holding back completely burst forth.

"Cang Xuan, is this a dream? Or an illusion?"

"If I let go, will you disappear just like that?"

Xu Yanwu buried his head against Cang Xuan's stomach and wept. "I'm sorry, Cang Xuan... I'm sorry..."

Xu Yanwu truly could not make sense of it anymore.

Was this a dream? An illusion? Or was it real?

Yet this insubstantialness in his embrace, this phantom