When outsiders mentioned this matter, Ji Lin seemed faintly embarrassed. She did not answer, merely nodding lightly.
"Go back."
Zhao Bai said this as he watched Ji Lin's retreating figure. As long as Lianshan Clan saw his wife return, his resentment would naturally dissipate, and this Stigmata Space would naturally collapse as well.
He waited in silence.
The waves crashed against the thick ice, and time passed second by second. At a certain moment, time froze along with the waves.
His thoughts stopped with it.
An instant later, Zhao Bai found himself awake on a bed, wearing a helmet.
Beside him, Bronya and Theresa stared fixedly at the screen. The image was frozen on Lianshan Clan's utterly astonished expression. Such a burly man had tears glimmering faintly in the corners of his eyes as he stretched out his arms, ready to embrace his returning wife.
Time had stopped there.
Lianshan Clan's resentment vanished completely, and the Stigmata Space disappeared right after it.
The husband would remain forever in the instant his wife returned. To him, their future life had only just begun. All pain, all sorrow, had vanished without a trace. That brief, happiest moment had become eternal.
This was good enough.
It was not real history, but what did that matter?
Zhao Bai stretched lazily. Every muscle in his body ached, and he felt as though he had just woken from a long, exhausting nightmare.
"Oh, right, Principal."
Zhao Bai did not forget to remind her. "If I hadn't intervened, real history would have happened—the future where Ji Lin faced death bravely with the Xuanyuan Sword in her arms. She wasn't strong enough to destroy that giant beast. Chiyou might still be alive."
"No way?"
Theresa said uncertainly.
"A monster that huge would be a final-boss-level existence even in