Shi Ying leaned against his shoulder, tears wetting his collar: "As long as you are by my side, even the hardest days will be as sweet as honey."
As the morning light brightened, the mist dissipated, and the fragrance of Mandala Flowers grew stronger.
In the courtyard, the family of three tightly embraced, at this moment, time seemed to stand still, all longing, waiting, and caring transformed into endless tenderness and sweetness.
Three days later, within the Grand Hall of the Celestial Demon Sect at Thunder God Rock, Shi Feiyang was holding the little hand of his youngest son Shi Nian, teaching him to recognize the cloud patterns on the sword manual.
