"Bang! Bang!"
The luxurious courtyard had long since been reduced to wreckage. One figure after another exploded, turning into blood mist that surged toward the enormous Crimson Formation in the sky.
Before long, only one person remained in the courtyard: Cao Ying, the current head of the Cao Family.
Her expression was calm, carrying only a faint trace of regret as she awaited her impending death.
When another wash of bloody light descended toward her, Cao Ying slowly closed her eyes.
But as time passed, the pain she had imagined never came. Instead, she felt something at her waist, as though someone had wrapped an arm around her. Then she felt herself drawn against a broad, familiar chest.
Opening her eyes in astonishment, Cao Ying saw the face she had dreamed of day and night for years filling her vision with perfect clarity. The sight struck her heart with an indescribable force.
"You..."
It was so unbelievable that Cao Ying wondered whether she was hallucinating on the verge of death. Her voice faltered with uncertainty, and she kept rubbing her eyes with her delicate hands.
"What, you don't recognize me after a few years apart?"
Seeing Cao Ying's endearingly bewildered expression, Hun Changqing could not help laughing.
Only after hearing Hun Changqing's voice did Cao Ying become completely certain that the man before her was real, not a figment of her imagination.
At once, glistening tears welled in her foxlike eyes. She buried her face in Hun Changqing's chest and wrapped both arms tightly around him. A thousand tangled emotions surged through her heart, leaving her unable to speak, only sob.
Hun Changqing said nothing either. He simply let Cao Ying hold him and pour out her emotions.
In that familiar embrace, Cao Ying felt safer than she ever had