C806 Chapter 806

Zhao Xiaoyao—no matter where you went, she always seemed to be there.

“Yun… Yao?”

A man’s low, rich voice sounded above them, edged with disbelief and excitement. Moh Yao jerked her head up to look at him, then followed his gaze—past the drifting clouds to a woman in white among a sea of flowers.

She was petite, her long hair falling all the way to the ground