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Shui Bing'er said nothing either.

She tilted her head up to look at his face, her gaze lingering on the deeper contours around his brows and eyes, on the dust on his robes and the bloodstains still not wiped clean from his sword hilt. Then, she stepped forward.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her face against his chest, and closed her eyes.

It wasn't an illusion. It wasn't a dream.

Huzi let out a shrill cry from atop the city wall, but a dull thud immediately cut everything short.

Watching the show, are you?

Why are you causing trouble?

Have a big slap, your favorite.

Yang Guyun leaned against the inner wall of the gate tower with his eyes closed. He looked as though he were resting, but a faint curve hung at the corner of his lips.

Everyone knew this guy was watching the show too.

How could he watch if he didn't put on an act?

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Dantai Canglan stood atop the gate tower, gazing at the tightly embracing pair before the city gate. A smile rose unconsciously to his lips. Then he turned around and said, "All right, disperse. Go do what you need to do."

Huzi still wanted to lie on the wall and keep peeking, but the blacksmith grabbed him and pulled him back.

Yang Wudi and Niu Gao walked over from the official road.

Behind them, the members of the Po and Yu Clans had already stopped the convoy in the open space before the city gate.

Some began unloading cargo, while others led their horses off to find water...

After all, from today onward, this city would be their place to settle down.

Yang Wudi stopped before Dantai Canglan, clasped his hands in salute, and bent forward