As Ye Qingxuan made his choice, at his fingertips, the speck of residual light slowly floated upwards, towards the tens of millions of Bai Xi's.
In the futures born of countless choices, countless Bai Xi's superimposed in one place looked up at the specks of light that lit up in the fragments of fate that seemed like illusions.
The countless pieces gathered towards the center.
In the end, all the futures had disappeared.
As they superposed in the residual light, a vague outline slowly emerged.
In the end, a side profile Ye Qingxuan was familiar with was revealed.
"It's been a long time," Ye Qingxuan chuckled softly, "Bai Xi."
But Bai Xi didn't look at him, as if she was in a fit of temper. She looked away in another direction and remained stubbornly silent. Her silence persisted even though Ye Qingxuan had walked over to her.
He lifted a hand.
Her shoulders trembled and she closed her eyes.