Where did he go?

Xie Ai's face paled as he heard those words. His voice quivered with desperation as he called out, hoping for a response. "Where are you?"

His voice was firm with determination, as if he would fly over to find the other. At this time, all of his complicated emotions and traces of anger flew out of the window, making him appear desperate.

But no matter how much he called the other out, the man didn't reply to him again, making him feel even more anxious. The silence weighed heavily on his heart, intensifying his anxiety.

Just as he was about to lose it, he felt a light touch on his cheeks. That touch was filled with coldness, but at the same time, it seemed to be caressing his cheeks. The next second, a soft, cold touch fell on his lips as if a fleck of snow caressed the surface of his lips.

A single tear escaped from Xie Ai's eyes as he gazed into the empty space before him, consumed by despair.

Regret filled his heart.