Shen Rou gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, a quiet acceptance of his forgiveness.
Then, with a movement that seemed both natural and deeply significant, she stepped to his side. She didn't say anything, didn't make a grand gesture. She simply moved, finding her place, and remained there, a silent statement of solidarity and renewed commitment.
Wang Hao, meanwhile, had already spun on his heel, his earlier anxieties momentarily forgotten in a surge of pure, unadulterated exuberance. He moved toward the large center table in the room, his mind already racing with celebratory plans.
"We need to celebrate, immediately! I'll call everyone right now. Tonight, no one sleeps! We'll make this a proper return banquet, a feast that'll be talked about for weeks, and—"
His words tumbled out in a joyous torrent, imagining a grand, boisterous gathering to mark this impossible homecoming.
"Sit down," Lin Yi's voice cut through Wang Hao's excited ramblings, calm and firm.
