Crown Prince Qiangu Zhangting's Malice, Final Makeup Exam, Life and Death Arena (4,000 words)
The afternoon sunlight lazily slanted against the wooden house, while dappled tree shadows scattered across the ground. A young girl in plain white tight-fitting clothes stood alone, the silver spear in her hand swirling like a dragon.
The spear tip pierced the air, refracting scattered silver glimmers beneath the blazing light. Her body rose and fell with the spear's momentum, her sleeves fluttering like a circling breeze. Every thrust and withdrawal carried a clear dragon roar.
The spear suddenly withdrew. The young girl spun and swept sideways, instantly transforming into hundreds of silver dragon phantoms. Beads of sweat rolled down her snow-white chin, dampening the light green bamboo patterns at her collar.
A tall, slender figure stood a hundred meters away, though no one knew how long he had been there. His hem rose and fell in the wind, a smile resting on his lips. Brilliant golden light filtered through the trees onto his brows, accentuating his handsome and refined features.
The young girl suddenly turned around. That familiar outline entered her sight, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the spear. The wind tousled her silver long hair, brushing across that flawless, stunningly beautiful face, yet she seemed not to care. She could only stare blankly at him.
"Zhao, Xuanzhen!"
Na'er's stunned expression turned to delight, and she let out an ear-piercing scream. She casually tossed aside the Silver Dragon Spear and threw herself fiercely toward Zhao Xuanzhen.
Zhao Xuanzhen's dark, gentle eyes brimmed with amusement. He opened his arms in advance. Childhood sweethearts reunited after a long separation naturally deserved a warm embrace.
However, when only a meter separated them, Na'er suddenly lowered her head, drove power through her legs and waist, and launched a