Subsequently, under Chen Hao's silent gaze, that familiar figure finally appeared before him.
Instantly, Chen Hao's heart raced like wildfire, almost bursting out of his chest.
Under the golden light of the Evil-Banishing Moon Sword, he saw the face he had longed for day and night. It seemed even thinner and paler than in his memories.
Then, a gust of wind blew down the alley from the street corner, bringing with it that unique scent he knew so well, along with a few ice-cold tears on Ye Yuqiao's face.
"You're finally back," Chen Hao's lips lifted slightly, "I thought you wouldn't come!"
Silence, was the deepest confession after a long separation.
Ye Yuqiao's soft sobbing was masked by the roaring wind outside the alley. Her thin clothes fluttered in the wind, highlighting her frailty and making Chen Hao's heart ache for her.
Chen Hao began to move his heavy feet, meanwhile, taking off the thick, warm wool coat he wore.