Each person rubbed their eyes frantically, yet that figure still remained, becoming more and more solid...
Mu Qianyue's body trembled slightly, her pearly teeth lightly biting her lip petals, her eyes red. Is it really Jing?
He wasn't dead?
Or was it just an illusion, a hallucination?
"Yue'er."
The man's gentle and melodious voice swept past her ear like a gentle breeze, warm and intoxicating.
Pale golden sunlight bathed his body, hazy and dreamy, like a deity.
The man raised his slender, fair hand, stretching his palm towards her, his fingers distinct, long and strong.
"Jing!!"
She ran swiftly towards that white figure, then threw herself heavily into his embrace.
The familiar fragrance of Snow Lotus greeted her, so comforting, all her unease, all her sorrow, all her anger vanished at this moment, her heart filled with peace.
He's back!
Yes, he's back again!
He didn't lie to her!
He really came back!
