Yuehua's Midnight Confession

"Second Brother! It's really you! How... how did you..." Tang Yuehua choked out.

She reached toward Tang Hao, then stopped, afraid he was only an illusion. Her hand trembled in midair.

Tang Hao looked at the sister who had rushed up to him, at her tear-streaked face, and heard the sob in her voice.

The wall he had built in his heart from pride, anger, and stubbornness came crashing down.

Tang Hao opened his mouth, wanting to speak.

He hesitated, and in the end, all that came out was a sigh.

"Yuehua... I... I'm back."

He was back.

Not as the glorious Clear Sky Douluo, nor as the proud hope of his sect.

He had returned to the family member he had sworn never to burden again as a battered, desperate failure who needed to beg his sister for shelter.

"That's all that matters. You're back..." Tang Yuehua sobbed, repeating the words over and over.

She gathered her courage and took Tang Hao's cold, rough hands, terrified that if she let go, the brother she had loved for so many years would disappear again.

The chill of his hands and their unmistakable trembling made her heart ache all the more.

She stopped hesitating and used all her strength to support Tang Hao, who could barely stand.

"Second Brother, quick, come inside! It's cold out, and you're hurt!"

Half supporting him and half holding him, she carefully helped Tang Hao into the warm, elegant loft and seated him on a cushioned chair.

Up close, Tang Yuehua could sense his weakness even more clearly.

The blood still wet at the corner of his mouth and his paper-white face made it plain that he was badly injured.

"Second Brother, you're badly hurt!" Tang Yuehua's voice was hoarse from crying and thick with worry.