As that crystal-clear, powerful gesture appeared on the giant screen in the Golden Hall.
"Nice!!" Connor swung his arm and let out a roar.
Then, deafening applause, cheers, and whistles surged in like a tsunami!
The waves of sound nearly blew the roof off the Golden Hall! Camera flashes turned into an endless stretch of white daylight!
Golden confetti burst from the ceiling once again, raining down like a shower of blessed gold over the center of the stage.
It fell upon—
The kneeling knight, and the princess he had once risked everything to save, and would now accompany for the rest of his life.
At the center of the boiling roar and dazzling lights.
Lin Tian rose to his feet, stepped forward, and pulled Gan Yan Yu, who was still crying, nodding, and trembling, tightly into his arms!
He held her so tightly, as though afraid she might turn into a wisp of smoke and vanish at any moment.
Gan Yan Yu hugged him back just as fiercely, burying her face against his solid shoulder and bursting into tears. Within those sobs were all the fear, grievance, love, and wild joy of finally seeing everything settled that she had suppressed for far too long—the fear of the future, of the Ke'er Cup, and of never knowing when she might suddenly die.
One arm of the young man was wrapped tightly around her trembling body, while his other hand still clenched the open ring box.
He lowered his head and buried his face in her hair, scented with rosin and tears, his shoulders trembling faintly as well.
He had succeeded!
At this very moment, Lin Tian, who had grown up without family and faced everything alone,
had never felt an embrace beside him that was so reassuring and warm.
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