"I never imagined that, in this world filled with despair, I could still meet someone like you. What you've given me is not merely care, but a sense of... security I've never felt before."
Hearing this, a warm current surged through the necromancer's heart.
He tightly clasped Sakura's hand in return, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"Sakura, no matter what hardships lie ahead, I will stay by your side. I cannot change your past, but I am willing to write your future together with you."
"Thank you, Moros."
Sakura's voice carried a slight sob as she deeply felt the unquestionable resolve and determination in Moros's words.
At that moment, a smile as radiant as cherry blossoms bloomed across her face, filled with heartfelt joy and relief.
She tightly embraced Moros. Tears welled in her eyes before finally spilling down uncontrollably.
Those tears were both the release of past pain and gratitude for, and cherishing of, the precious feelings before her.
In Moros's embrace, Sakura finally found the support and comfort she had longed for.
As Sakura's younger sister, and the person who understood her heart better than anyone else in the world, Ling naturally could not fail to sense the increasingly deep emotional bond between the necromancer Moros and her sister.
However, rather than feeling the slightest resentment toward it all, Ling wholeheartedly approved.
The reason was not complicated.
Ling had always felt deeply guilty about Sakura's love life.
In her eyes, it was precisely because her existence had become Sakura's burden that her sister, blessed with beauty capable of toppling cities, had never met someone willing to treat her sincerely on the path of love.
Now, Moros had appeared, willing to devote his love to Sakura without reservation. This was undoubtedly the finest reward for Sakura's long years of