As Tang Hao spoke with Cinderella, footsteps came from deep within the forest.
No, not just footsteps.
The Blue Silver Grass was cheering. The earth was trembling. The entire forest was shaking.
Tang Hao and Cinderella turned at the same time, looking toward the path leading deeper into the forest.
A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
Tang San.
Cinderella's pupils suddenly contracted.
She could hardly believe her eyes.
Was that Tang San?
The Tang San who had gone in and the Tang San who emerged now were practically two different people.
His appearance had changed.
His features were still the same, but their lines had become deeper and more refined, like a meticulously carved work of art.
His skin was fair as jade, carrying a faint sheen beneath the dim light.
His hair... had changed from black to a pure blue, as deep as the sea.
His long blue hair fell over his shoulders, drifting gently in the breeze. Every strand seemed to glow.
Tang Hao saw him too.
The moment his gaze fell upon Tang San, he froze completely.
Tang San had seen many expressions on Tang Hao's face.
Anger, indifference, exhaustion, numbness...
But he had never seen an expression like this.
Infinite tenderness.
The murk that had clouded Tang Hao's eyes for years seemed to fade away at that moment, revealing a pair of clear eyes beneath, as bright as a young man's.
Those eyes reflected Tang San's face, that blue hair, and that unrealistically handsome countenance.
Then, two streams of tears silently ran down Tang Hao's aged face.
"Ah Yin..."
Tang Hao's voice trembled. His hands trembled. His entire body trembled.
He stared blankly at Tang San, his gaze passing through that handsome face as though he were seeing someone else.
Someone he had missed for