As clouds moved across the sky and various forces were restless, Ye Xuan, finally brought Lisa back to East Sea.
The spring breeze was gentle, the sunshine just right.
Familiar East Sea, familiar air.
Ye Xuan, with Lisa, walked out of the airport, embraced the sun, looked up at the blue sky, and took a deep breath of air, as if his entire being had been elevated.
How sacred?
Yet how wretched...
Outside the airport, where people shuffled around, gazes converged on Ye Xuan, filled with oddity and disdain.
"Who is this? A beggar?"
"Not just a beggar, but a beggar who has been badly beaten!"
"What is he doing? Has he gone mad? Embracing the air?"
"So young and wasting away, really..."
"..."
Ye Xuan was momentarily stunned upon hearing the long-lost voices of his compatriots, only to realize that his clothes were already in tatters, stained with blood.
He was also covered in scars, with scabbed wounds all over, looking thoroughly miserable.
"It's not easy for me!"
