In that instant.
The wind on the field slowly quieted.
Step by step, Ah Yin walked toward the figure she had yearned for day and night.
Tang Hao stood frozen too, even reaching up to pinch his own face, as though unable to believe this was real, until the pain came.
He smiled foolishly, looking at the person etched into his heart.
The training cries of the youths around him and the explosive clashes of Soul Power all seemed separated by a thick barrier, unable to reach his heart.
But the instant Ah Yin drew close, Tang Hao shuddered violently.
That familiar trace of her presence, engraved in the deepest reaches of his soul, once again brushed gently against it.
His eyes were filled with weariness and the ravages of time, yet the moment he saw the woman in blue before him, his gaze abruptly froze.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Ah Yin stood before him, mist swirling in her eyes. Before she could speak a single word, scorching tears were already rolling down her cheeks.
"Ah Yin..."
Tang Hao's hoarse voice trembled slightly. He could scarcely believe what he saw, thinking it was another dream born of his long solitude.
Instinctively, he raised his remaining arm and hesitantly reached toward Ah Yin, his fingertips lightly brushing her soft sleeve.
The touch was real.
It was no illusion.
It was no fleeting dream in his sleep.
Ah Yin had truly returned.
"Tang Hao."
Unable to restrain herself any longer, Ah Yin bent her knees into a half crouch and threw herself tightly into his arms.
They embraced, without fierce sobbing or cries, only silent tears after so much pent-up emotion.
Countless longings and grievances were all released in that moment.
Lan Changsheng stood quietly in the distance,