Rou'er hugged Qingyi tightly.
It was surreal...
She still remembered her aunts, known back then as the priestesses of corruption.
They placed her in a strange chamber and told her, who was still just a little girl, that on the day she opened her eyes, her father's heir would come to protect her.
When she woke up in that damp cave, that was the only certainty Rou'er had carried with her her entire life.
Her father's heir was coming, and she was supposed to be a good girl while she waited for him.
It took so long that she, honestly, even lost hope for a brief moment.
But it was all over now.
When she heard Uncle Shen speak of Qingyi, something in her heart stirred, a strange sensation taking hold of her entire body.
From that day on, she was absolutely certain that he was the one, her father's heir. The only one.
And now she was with him. She was happy.
Turning her face slightly, Rou'er gazed at the sword at Qingyi's waist, her eyes shining instantly.
