Chapter 1020: Elegy for Hongchen

"Chu Xuan, do you still remember Frank Yale?" Hongchen's blood-smeared palm brushed the white-haired woman's flawless face, and in the mist of his eyes, a tenderness worn thin by years flickered. Her slender body trembled, yet she didn't pull away. She stood there, stunned, her gaze clouded with confusion. "You're still as beautiful as you were back then." He smiled through tears, his voice rasping, every word heavy with the weight of time. The hand gripping her sword shook; her expression grew...