Chu Yang was frowning, musing on that sense of moodiness and yearning in his heart when suddenly Mo Qingwu came into his mind.
He actually went into a mild state of absent-mindedness after calling out his bid of 40,000 Purple Crystals.
It felt like a shadowy crimson figure was singing and dancing in front of him, transient and ephemeral…
An acute sense of bitter longing arose in his heart.
He was still in a trance when he suddenly heard someone shout, "Big Brother Chu Yang!"
Chu Yang's head whipped up and he saw a small crimson shadow flying toward him, leaving behind her a beautiful arc of prism.
One after another crimson afterimage dancing gracefully in the air trailed behind her.
A stunned Chu Yang could not tell at this moment whether this was reality or a dream! A murmur escaped his lips, "Xiaowu? Qingwu?"
The next instant, a small and delicate body fell into his arms.