The tiny figure on horseback suddenly heard an incredibly familiar voice and turned to look...
She saw that figure in white robes with white hair, as though engraved upon her soul.
"Young Master..." the tiny figure murmured softly.
The black horse stopped playing too, turning toward Su Mo and freezing for a moment.
"Girl..." Su Mo looked at the little girl and called softly.
"Young Master!"
The little girl scrambled off Black Horse's back and threw herself into the embrace she had yearned for day and night.
His white hair drifting, Su Mo held the tiny figure tightly in his arms, afraid that the little girl would disappear if he loosened his hold.
That embrace seemed as though it would last until heaven and earth grew old.
Several figures entered the courtyard. Looking at the two holding each other tightly, none of them spoke again; they merely watched in silence.
This springtime scene was actually so beautiful.
The little girl buried her head deep in Su Mo's embrace, breathing in his familiar scent, tears brimming in her eyes.
"Young Master, Girl missed you so much!"
Su Mo's heart softened. He raised a trembling hand to stroke the little girl's head, a sense of unreality rising in his heart.
"I know!"
The little girl clung tightly to Su Mo's waist and finally could not hold back her tears. "They said... all the exits from the Divine Realm were closed."
"Girl thought she'd never see Young Master again..."
Su Mo shook his head. "How could that be? Haven't I come back?"
"Young Master!"
"Hmm?"
"I want chicken drumsticks!"
"All right, I'll go buy you some!"
"And candied hawthorn skewers!"
"All right, I'll buy those!"
"And braised pig's trotters!"
"I'll buy them..."
"And..."
"...whatever Girl wants to eat, I'll buy it all!"
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