In a remote and quiet wilderness, the air suddenly ripples like the surface of water, and then the space seems to be torn open, with several figures emerging from it.
Shen Tang holds Xiao Xue, who she had finally managed to retrieve, gently stroking his face. She sees the bloodstains on his cheeks and asks anxiously but happily, "Are you hurt? Where does it hurt? Let me heal you."
It's been a few days, and the little one seems to have grown a bit, his silver hair longer, almost touching his shoulders.
His exquisitely beautiful face is dirty, and there's quite a bit of blood on his clothes, unclear whether it's his own or someone else's.
Xiao Xue stares blankly at Shen Tang, and once he confirms he's not dreaming, the cold killing intent within him vanishes completely as he tightly embraces her.
He buries his face in her embrace and says muffled, "Tangtang, I missed you so much."
"I could never find you, I was so worried, afraid you would disappear from my side..."
