Su Yu, clad in silver armor, led thousands of troops, appearing impressively beneath the city walls.
Among the thousands, Han Jing spotted him at once.
In the clear sunlight, his silver armor reflected a soft, bright light, still appearing like a deity, as if a king had descended amid the smoke of war.
He seemed to feel her gaze, looking back at her from afar.
Amidst the masses, it seemed as if only they could see each other. She could even clearly see his deep eyes, with that trace of comforting light that made her feel suddenly at ease.
In this moment, the lingering confusion and helplessness that Han Jing felt over the past few days dissipated instantly.
He had returned, and with him there, everything would end in the best way.
Though they only looked at each other for a moment, this moment felt as beautiful as an eternity.
