The rain pattered, its sound mingling in accompaniment with the windblown leaves in the forest.
The white-clad figure stood in the forest, gazing calmly at the six people.
Beneath a head of white hair, his face bore a faint smile...
Among the six, the Red-Clad One stared blankly at Su Mo, as though her soul had fled. The instant she saw him, her eyes reddened.
Seemingly unable to believe it, she slowly walked up to Su Mo.
"Little Seven?"
She seemed disbelieving, yet within that disbelief, there seemed to be hope. She wanted to hear the white-clad man before her say those words himself, telling her... this was not a dream.
Su Mo looked back at Gu Yu in red and nodded gently.
"It's me."
The moment he spoke, Gu Yu clapped her hand over her mouth, staring at Su Mo in a daze. The umbrella in her hand fell to the ground, and a gust of wind sent it rolling aside.
Rain beat against them, soaking the Red-Clad One standing in the rain.
Rainwater covered the Red-Clad One's face, yet something else, unidentifiable, seemed mixed within it.
Su Mo looked at the dazed Gu Yu, then at his senior brothers and sister. With a soft sigh, he walked over to the umbrella Gu Yu had dropped and bent to pick it up.
He returned to Gu Yu and held the umbrella over her head...
"Ah!"
Amid their silence, Sixth Senior Sister suddenly cried out, "Little Seven!"
Then, utterly unrestrained, like a child, she flung herself into Su Mo's arms with reddened eyes and clung to him.
"Little Seven, you really are still alive..."
Fourth Senior Brother and Fifth Senior Brother also came to their senses. Flinging away their umbrellas, they hurled themselves at Su Mo.
They knocked Su Mo