"Yuehua Jie, be careful not to catch a chill!"
At some point, Dai Weisi had appeared beside Tang Yuehua. He held a warm wool coat in his hand and gently draped it over her shoulders before wrapping an arm around her slender, sensual waist to comfort her.
"Yuehua Jie, don't be too sad. One day, when the Clear Sky Sect grows strong again, it will surely return here. Fallen leaves always return to their roots."
"That's right, Yuehua Jie. We'll both help you."
"And me. I won't leave Yuehua Jie alone either."
Just then, the sisters Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing also ran over. They gently embraced Tang Yuehua's graceful body and softly consoled the grief-stricken woman.
Hearing her family's concern, Tang Yuehua was deeply moved. She leaned against Dai Weisi, resting her warm little head on his broad, powerful shoulder as she thanked them sincerely.
"Husband, my two sisters, thank you! Truly, thank you so much..."
Leaning in Dai Weisi's arms, Tang Yuehua wept uncontrollably. If Dai Weisi had not risked his life to save her this time, she would likely have died at Ghost Leopard Douluo's hands.
For a moment, feeling Dai Weisi's embrace, an intense sense of happiness and sweetness welled up in Tang Yuehua's heart. She knew she had not married the wrong man in this life.
Thinking of Dai Weisi's hundred-thousand-year seventh soul ring, Tang Yuehua became even more convinced that one day, her man would stand at the pinnacle of this world.
And when that day came, she would remain by his side as his woman.
After sitting quietly beside Tang Yuehua for a long while, Dai Weisi finally said, "Yuehua Jie, resign from your position at Moonlight Pavilion."
"Weisi, are you worried that Spirit Hall will come after me?" Tang Yuehua was exceptionally