In the silence, the invisible wind blew the snow-white hair, like the only color in the endless night.
The fair skin was covered with dreamy colorful cracks, just like a piece of porcelain that was smashed into pieces and then pieced together again. Instead of diminishing the beauty, it added a pitiful sense of brokenness.
A sharp explosion sounded, and in the blink of an eye, Poseidon was in front of Huo Yuhao, looking at him with red eyes.
"It's really you. It's really you."
She raised her hand tremblingly and gently stroked the cheek of the man she had been thinking about day and night, tears rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.
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