Chapter 2524: Who Are You? (4)

Qi Xia woke up suddenly. The war in front of him had disappeared without a trace. In the quiet garden,

only the sound of the zither remained the same as before.

The fragrance of the owers replaced the strong scent of blood. The red-clad female singer sat among the

owers. She looked at him with her head tilted, her gaze unspeakably baed.

“Why are you… crying?” The female singer's voice suddenly echoed in the garden.

Qi Xia slightly froze and then subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek. His ngertips touched a

trace of wetness.

“I don't know.” Qi Xia drooped his eyes and felt bouts of pain in his chest, making his breathing dicult. It

was as though his heart had been hollowed out.

He seemed to have dreamed of something, but when he woke up, he was unable to remember it.

In the dream, he seemed to have lost the most important thing, but what was it?

He remembered that there was a person who had appeared in his dream. It was a very important

someone to him, but he could not remember her face, her gure, nor her name clearly. It was a vague

gure, like an indelible mark engraved on his soul.

“Cough, I say… I know my singing is quite outstanding, but you don't have to be moved to tears; it makes

me feel embarra.s.sed.” The female singer cleared her throat and looked at Qi Xia. She turned her head

away and conveniently threw a handkerchief at him.

“You're the Little Third Qi of the Qilin Clan; crying is not good for your image, don't you think?”

Qi Xia stared at the handkerchief that had fallen by his feet for a while. A moment later, he bent down to

pick it up and chuckled, “Your manners are really lacking. It already fell on the ground; can it still be used?”

“Use it or don't, suit yourself. By the way, I won't charge you that much; just give me another bag of gold

coins. I believe that Little Third Qi doesn't care about this little bit of money, right?” The female singer

shrugged her shoulders.

“Indeed, I don't care. Only, I fear that if I give you enough money, you will no longer come to the Qin Music

Hall to earn money.” Qi Xia said with a smile.

“Who doesn't like more money?” The female singer c.o.c.ked her head and looked at Qi Xia.

Qi Xia looked into her eyes and seemed to feel something in his heart. He suddenly got up and walked

towards the female singer sitting among the owers.

The red-clad female singer watched Qi Xia as he approached step by step and frowned slightly.

“Although I made a bit of prot out of you, there's no need for you to be angry and hit me.” The female

singer quickly got up but Qi Xia had already arrived in front of her. His tall body blocked the moonlight

and cast a large shadow on her.

“Has anyone ever said that your eyes are beautiful?” Qi Xia stopped and looked at those bright eyes

opposite him. He felt that they were a little familiar.

“Don't you think there's something wrong with the way you speak?” The female singer slightly raised an

eyebrow.

“What's wrong with it?” Qi Xia asked with a smile.

“It gave the feeling that you are irting with me.” The female singer rolled her eyes.

“Then take it as that.” Qi Xia did not refute, either.

“…” The female singer became wide-eyed as she stared at Qi Xia, as if frightened by his words.

“I feel that your eyes are very similar to the person in my dream. Do you mind if I look at your face?” Qi Xia

said.

The female singer immediately shook her head like a rattle.

However, the female singer's refusal did not stop Qi Xia's. He suddenly stepped forward. The female

singer turned around and tried to run away, but Qi Xia grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back.

“This little grandaunt will sell her talent, but never herself, do you understand!?” The female singer

exclaimed.

In the midst of her screaming, Qi Xia reached out and lifted the veil from her face.

Under the moonlight, a face that made both heaven and earth lose their colors appeared in front of him.

Qi Xia slightly parted his lips and stared xedly at the strange yet familiar face before him.