(First update)
A round of cloud-tumbling, rain-stirring passion.
They followed their desires and put their hearts at ease.
Hu Liena's face was flushed as she rested her head on Yang Ming's shoulder.
Neither spoke for a long time, savoring their last moments together.
Sadly, happy moments always slipped away in a flash. No matter how reluctant they were, the time to part had come.
"Let me see you off a little farther."
Yang Ming's warm breath brushed Hu Liena's ear as he spoke, making it tickle.
"Mmm~"
Hu Liena lowered her head like a bashful mimosa and did not refuse.
After resting there for a while, they each picked up their clothes from the ground, dressed, and walked down the hillside shoulder to shoulder.
They held hands, walking slowly the whole way.
How sweet and fresh the air of the outside world was. It held a strange sense of luxury that left them utterly astonished. In Slaughter City, even breathing had felt difficult, but after leaving Hell Road, every breath outside carried the fragrance of freedom.
"Little girl."
A somewhat shrill voice sounded ahead, interrupting Yang Ming and Hu Liena's private world.
Hu Liena looked up and saw two men standing quietly there, waiting for her.
One was shrouded in an illusory glow, his features impossible to make out.
The other had skin as delicate as a baby's, and his alluring features gave him a peculiar air. If not for the Adam's apple on his neck, no one would have believed he was a man.
These two were old acquaintances of Yang Ming's: Ghost Douluo Gui Mei and Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan.
Pope Bibi Dong had sent two Titled Douluos to wait for Hu Liena here, a clear sign of how highly she valued her.
However, when they saw Yang