Bitter Winter Northern Territory.
Lin Ran carried Yin Ling through the blue domain barrier. Snowflakes drifted down before his eyes, and the green world reflected in them was instantly covered in white.
Looking down at the breathtakingly beautiful woman in his arms, her eyes tightly shut, an irrepressible sorrow surfaced in Lin Ran's eyes.
In the end, he still could not bring himself to say those words.
The mission was over, but he realized that he had lost something incredibly important.
His heart throbbed with pain, and he even felt as if he could barely breathe.
Holding Yin Ling, Lin Ran trudged through the snow, countless fragments of their time together flashing through his mind.
Behind every "useless mutt" were Yin Ling's expressions under different emotions.
The more he remembered, the more his heart hurt.
Memories were like a road with no return. He knew none of it could ever be recreated, yet he sank deeper and deeper into it.
At that moment, a figure appeared in front of Lin Ran and blocked his path.
Lin Ran slowly raised his head. When he saw who it was, he could not stop himself from choking out,
"Brother Qi..."
Feng Qi placed a hand on Lin Ran's shoulder without saying a word.
He understood how Lin Ran felt right now.
Had he not once approached the Mist Lord for the sake of achieving his goal?
But during their interactions, he discovered that the Mist Lord had long regarded him as family, as a brother, and was even willing to give up everything it had once desired for him, even its own life.
So he understood Lin Ran's feelings, because what Lin Ran had lost was a bond worth cherishing.
"Come on, let's go home," Feng Qi said softly.
Lin Ran did not