In a daze, Song Qingshu suddenly sensed something gently wiping his forehead and cheeks. Though the other party's movements were soft, he still started in alarm, instantly opening his eyes and reaching out warily to seize them.
At such a critical time, he had no idea whether the other party was friend or foe, or even whether they were human. If it was some wild beast, that would be troublesome.
But when he saw what the other party looked like, his hand stopped dead, his face filled with disbelief.
He was lying in a cave. Beside him sat a young woman draped in thin white gauze. Apart from her black hair, her entire body was snowy white, her features exquisitely beautiful and utterly ethereal, like an immortal maiden descended from the heavens. Who else could she be but the Xiaolongnü he had not seen for so long?
Thinking of something, his heart gave a jolt. "Could I already be dead?"
He could not be blamed for thinking so. It was simply too inconceivable. This should have been a deserted island near Goryeo. He himself had only arrived here through a fortunate accident amidst the vast sea, so how could Xiaolongnü possibly have appeared here, thousands of miles away?
He thought he had died in the previous storm and thus seen the person he most wished to see. He could not help becoming flustered.
"The late emperor's great undertaking was only half complete when he passed away..." For some reason, that line surfaced in his mind. He was brimming with ambition to accomplish something great, and success was nearly within reach. Was he really going to die young at the very end?
And wouldn't all those beautiful women in his life be widowed while still young...
Seeing his face turn pale