405 Swapping Identities

No matter how long the road was, it would end.

The prophet lowered Huanhuan to the ground. "Go," he said. "Don't come back."

Huanhuan found his words strange. "Why don't you want me to come again? Don't you like me?"

"This isn't the right place for you. Have you forgotten that you'll be in danger every time you come here?"

Huanhuan immediately said, "But I can survive every time!"

The prophet's lips curved in spite of himself at her bright smile. "You're a lucky girl."

Huanhuan chuckled. "Then I'll get going. Goodbye."

"Mhm."

Huanhuan turned and walked a few steps before suddenly stopping. She looked back at the prophet and saw that he was still standing where he was. His slender figure stood in the night, looking even more lonely and cold.

His eyes were covered by the white shark silk veil, but Huanhuan could still feel his gaze.

Her heart skipped a beat. She waved her arms and smiled. "Go back!"