Just as Lin Shu was struggling with her thoughts, a commotion erupted in the distance.
Lin Shu looked up and saw a group of people talking animatedly. The subject of their discussion was walking this way.
At the front was an academy steward, a second-ring Wizard.
Behind the steward followed a young man in a dark purple robe. His expression was calm, but his eyes were fixed directly on this side.
His face was young, seeming only a little over twenty, yet the depth in his eyes was not something someone his age should possess.
Lin Shu stared blankly at that familiar face. Her mind exploded with a buzz, and she could scarcely believe it.
She shook her head and looked at him again, only to find that he was watching her with smiling eyes.
Lin Shu loosened her grip, and her beloved book fell to the ground with a slap.
That person was her father!
Though they had not seen each other for years, though his clothes had changed, though his temperament had changed, she recognized him at first glance!
He looked exactly the same as he did in her childhood memories!
Lin Shu could no longer hold herself back. Her steps quickened, her skirt fluttering in the wind, her hair flying behind her.
"Father!"
She threw herself into Lynn's arms, wrapped her hands around his neck, buried her face in his chest, and breathed in her father's scent.
Tears fell onto Lynn's robe, only to bounce away from its surface.
"Father, you finally came! Do you know how long I waited? Do you know how much I missed you all these years?"
Lynn gently patted her back, then raised his head and looked at Wodefa.
He had heard every word of Wodefa's conversation with Lin Shu.
Reducing her