Chapter 753

It felt like a wooden stick. A hoarse, weak voice was heard uttering into his ears, "Take care of her, for me." Who was she? Yale knew without having to ask. That wooden hairpin belonged to Sage. However, he had no knowledge of its history. Did the hairpin signify their past in some way? Jace had a long dream. In his dream, a wispy figure crouched before the tomb, sobbing endlessly. Her shoulders shivered uncontrollably. The sound of her cry was heart-wrenching. He slowly approached the tombstone. Upon having a closer look at the portrait on the tombstone, he realized it was him. His face was serious, his brows knitted tightly together. Jace had forgotten when the photo was taken. The figure that was weeping looked even more familiar, and he could picture the face just by looking at her back. It was the person he had been yearning for, day and night; it was the person who had his soul. Was Sage crying for him? Not only was she crying, but she was also scolding him. She