When Qing Xue heard that quiet call, he thought at first that it was only an illusion.
It was almost to the point of obsession, how much he’d been thinking of that person. He must have finally driven himself insane and was now hearing things.
Even so, while the heavy sword in his hands was mid-swing, he froze in his movements. His heart that had been beating hard due to physical exertion was now doing so due to something else entirely, but he could not yet make his body move.
He was afraid that if this really was just an illusion, any sudden movements from him would startle it away, as if it was some small animal and not a mere figment of his own mind.
All he could do was turn his head in the direction the call seemed to have come from—the path that ran down the length of the residenc
