Qiao Xixi's eyes shot open.
The aftershocks of the golden light trembled, shattering the invisible barrier the Blue Whale Beast had formed with its Beast Soul.
Xijing's fingertips twitched, and he came to his senses.
"Xijing."
"Xixi?"
Xijing was in disbelief, thinking he was still trapped in the illusion.
But when he caught the scent that was uniquely Qiao Xixi's, his calm heart suddenly began to pound violently.
He grabbed her hand and, as if in disbelief, brought it to his nose, sniffing it again and again.
'It's her scent! She really came for me!'
Qiao Xixi squeezed his hand back. "Xijing, it's me. I remember everything now. The past, everything about us… I remember it all."
Xijing's grip on her hand tightened. Because he remembered, too.
"Father, I'm so glad you're okay!" Xiya swam over, joyfully throwing herself into Xijing's arms.
Xijing hugged Xiya back. "Xiya, you're here too! Father is fine. Don't be afraid."
