Wang Hao burst into the room, covering the distance in a blur of three powerful strides.
His eyes, wide with an almost frantic disbelief, locked onto Lin Yi.
He then reached out, his hands clamping onto Lin Yi's shoulders with a grip that seemed to demand confirmation. For a long, silent second, he stared into Lin Yi's face, as if searching for any flicker of illusion, any sign that this wasn't real, that the figure before him wouldn't simply vanish. Then, a wave of relief, so potent it verged on anger, broke through his composure, and he spoke, his voice booming.
"I knew it! I told her, didn't I? I said it clearly, right from the very beginning. A monster like you, one of a kind, wouldn't just… die so easily. Look at you, standing here. You came back, exactly as I predicted!"
