A hundred meters above the ground, the night breeze drifted softly. Bright moonlight spread across the sky, quietly enveloping the two figures locked in an embrace.
The deathly silence of weightlessness faded completely. A warm, solid embrace firmly caught her falling body, steady enough to put her at ease.
The boundary of unconsciousness was gently stirred awake by warmth. The lingering coldness and deathly stillness in her limbs slowly melted away. Ning Yurong's long lashes trembled lightly, and a soft, broken whimper escaped her throat.
"Mm... ngh...?"
Confusion, dazed innocence, and a trace of lingering emptiness.
She still retained the hollow sensation of falling from the building. She had thought she had already struck the ground, reduced to ash, and returned to dust. Yet warmth surrounded her, the evening breeze brushed gently across her face, and a solid embrace held every fragment of her wandering consciousness captive.
Her instinctive desire to survive, along with her confusion, made her slowly lift her heavy eyelids.
Her crimson eyes, usually cold and glassy, now filled with deathly desolation, opened blankly and looked hazily at the person before her.
She had wanted to see who had meddled in her affairs, forcibly interrupting her release and saving someone determined to die.
But the moment she looked up, heaven and earth fell silent. The wind and moon seemed to stop.
The vast sea of stars and the moonlight covering the earth all became mere backdrop.
Those gray-gold peach blossom eyes, etched into her soul and impossible to forget through the passing years, suddenly and clearly fell into her sight without warning.
Gentle and clear, handsome and refined—they were the image she had obsessed over for years, worried over for years, loved and hated for years.
They belonged to the person she had thought was dead, his