"I'm not far from forming the next white point!"
Mo Yun took a deep breath, quickly composed himself, and turned toward the others, who still lay unconscious on the ground.
Huang Shan lay closest to him. Traces of pain lingered on her cool, pretty face, her slender brows tightly knitted, as though the visions still entangled her even after the illusion had been broken.
Mo Yun crouched down, placed two fingers on Huang Shan's wrist, and channeled a gentle wisp of force energy into her.
The same cool brows and eyes, the same delicate nose and cherry lips-even the fine crease on her forehead when she frowned was identical.
"Was there really a Teacher Huang in my previous life who looked exactly like Huang Shan?"
Mo Yun frowned, trying hard to recall more details.
But after living in this world for over a decade, those memories of his previous life had already grown indistinct.
He remembered his parents' appearance, Lin Ruoshui's smiling face, and that classroom piled with textbooks, yet the contours of those people's faces seemed veiled in gauze, impossible to see clearly.
"Perhaps after I died, she also died in an accident and reincarnated into this world, only without awakening her memories of her previous life?"
The thought flashed through Mo Yun's mind.
In the end, however, he shook his head.
"The ages don't match..."
"Forget it. It doesn't matter anymore..."
What was past was past, after all.
Before long, Huang Shan slowly came around.
Her long lashes fluttered a few times, and her cool eyes slowly opened, their pupils still holding some of the confusion and terror of someone who had just escaped an illusion.
When she saw that the person before her was Mo Yun, Huang Shan jolted all over and sprang upright on reflex, her