A magnificent bell hung high in the sky, and a figure like a god or an emperor stood upon the void.
A cool breeze suddenly swept between heaven and earth.
Amid that sudden, gentle breeze.
The river of stars formed by time slowly vanished above High Heaven, and the glorious visions hid themselves within nothingness.
The figure standing atop the great bell descended through the sky toward People's Square in Yunhai City.
He moved incredibly fast. Almost in the blink of an eye, he reached the edge of People's Square and stood before the girl in the white dress.
Countless years had passed since they last met, yet he had never forgotten her face.
Standing in the bustling square.
Jiang Yang had a thousand things to say, but when the words reached his lips, they seemed to fall into a river of stars, becoming only a single sentence.
"Ania, I'm late."
His golden eyes held a complicated mix of emotions: joy, anticipation, guilt, tenderness, and profound love.
Across from him.
The tears brimming in the white-dressed girl's eyes could no longer be held back. They spilled over, streaming down her face.
She stared blankly at the valiant man before her, wanting to speak but unable to utter a word. Only the sound of crying remained.
From choked sobs to loud weeping, as the breeze gently stirred, countless years of longing and hurt lay hidden within her cries.
Beside her.
The girl in blue froze. In her eyes, their captain, Niya, had always presented herself as strong, brave, stern, and aloof. She had never seen her weep so openly.
The young man wearing the expensive watch also found it hard to believe. Ever since he had seen Niya, the girl in white, in People's Square a year ago, he had tried