Just then, Chang Wei suddenly reached out and tightly grasped Arora's hand as it was about to vanish.
It was as though he were declaring to the entire universe that he would never allow this beauty to fade away so easily.
The moment Chang Wei grasped Arora's hand, a miracle occurred.
An indescribable power!
This power transcended time and space, even the boundaries between life and death. It began to reweave Arora's soul, which was on the verge of shattering, gradually pulling her figure back from the blur into reality.
Arora's form began to coalesce again, like dewdrops in the dawn gathering bit by bit into a crystal-clear shape.
The luster returned to her skin, and sparks of life flashed in her eyes—the light of hope that had never been extinguished.
Color and Life Force flowed back into her body in an inconceivable manner, as if an ancient painting had been recolored, every detail becoming vivid and alive.
Her eyes suddenly widened, disbelief flashing within them, as if she were confirming whether all this was real.
She could scarcely believe her own eyes. This sudden miracle left her both shocked and thrilled.
Her heart raced, tears welled in her eyes. They were born of her cherishing life, and of her deep gratitude toward Chang Wei.
She was afraid that this was all merely an illusion, that the moment she let go, all this beauty would vanish in an instant.
Arora felt every bit of strength and warmth returning to her body, her heart surging with indescribable excitement and gratitude.
She tightly held Chang Wei's hand.
"Teacher, have I really come back?"
There was a trace of uncertainty in Arora's voice, but even more than that, there was longing for life and a desire to cherish it.
"My foolish disciple, are