"You actually remembered to come back?!" Emily threw herself into Han Shuo's arms and hugged him with all her strength, her voice thick with emotion.
Nourished by the Nirvana Pill and Han Shuo, Emily's skin was fair and delicate, and she seemed to be growing younger and younger. Already a Saint Archmage of the Darkness Department, Emily naturally possessed a mysterious, alluring air. Her eyes gazed ardently at Han Shuo, radiating breathtaking beauty.
Patting Emily's shoulder gently, Han Shuo was overwhelmed with emotion himself. His face was full of tenderness as he softly comforted Emily, who could no longer contain herself.
"Where have you been all these years? The Church of Light said you were dead. We worried for so long, not even knowing whether you were alive or dead..." In front of others, Emily, Phoebe, and Fanny had always scoffed at the Church of Light's claims. Yet inwardly, they had worried all along. Facing Han Shuo today, Emily finally could no longer pretend to be strong and revealed her vulnerable side.
"Don't cry, don't cry!" Han Shuo held Emily, gently comforting her as she laid bare her vulnerability, his heart filled with guilt.
While Han Shuo was softly comforting Emily, hurried footsteps came pattering toward them. Whoever was approaching seemed unwilling to waste even a moment, their footsteps utterly uneven along the way.
Two lovely faces streaming with tears appeared before Han Shuo almost simultaneously. Phoebe and Fanny came hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder. The moment their eyes caught sight of Han Shuo standing proudly there, neither could look away from him.
After meeting his gaze for a moment, the two women rushed toward Han Shuo and threw themselves into his embrace without a care. Fanny clung tightly to one of his arms and sobbed softly, while Phoebe