The scene was as before, but everything had changed; no more ties, no more concerns, she herself was now his wife at this moment. Happiness came so suddenly, yet so genuinely. Unconsciously, Sura's eyes had already blurred.
She had long forgotten that she was still on the battlefield, forgotten about the million-strong Beastman Clan behind her, seeing only that one person, those eyes, and that zither.
A murmuring voice rose from Sura, audible only to Ye Yinzhu, "To meet is fate, longing entwines, yet meeting is hard. Mountains high and roads long, only the moon shines over the thousand miles. Due to discontent, the dreams of mandarin ducks become fleeting, thus adopting a form to entrust to the Hongyan for swift transmission."
At that moment, the beautiful sound of the zither played—gentle and slow, filled with anticipation and deep love, clear as splashing jade, trembling like phoenix cries, the wonderful melody stirring the deepest love from Ye Yinzhu's soul.