Pei Yuhang felt his body go light; the fall he'd anticipated never came.
Instead, he was caught in a warm, soft embrace. A familiar, delicate scent wafted to his nose.
"Yueqiu..."
With great effort, he lifted his eyelids. The face that met his gaze was the one he had yearned for day and night.
The silver-haired girl's delicate face was bathed in the soft halo of the setting sun. Her clear eyes overflowed with heartache and tenderness.
A lump formed in Pei Yuhang's throat, his voice thick with unconcealable excitement and joy.
"You're back!"
Qing Yueqiu nodded. As she gazed upon the master she hadn't seen in so long, her voice was husky with nostalgia.
"Yes, Master. I'm back."
Ji Shenyun narrowed her long, phoenix-like eyes. As she watched Qing Yueqiu's sudden arrival, her pupils contracted slightly. For the first time, a trace of shock flickered in her pitch-black eyes, which just moments ago had held the certainty of victory.
Her red lips parted slightly, and she murmured,
