Lu Shinian stood not far away.
The military uniform on his body was torn to shreds by the gale formed from spiritual power, exposing the cold pale skin underneath.
A gust swept by, leaving a bloodstain across his chest.
Lu Shinian frowned slightly, not because of the wounds on his body, but because of the fierce spiritual force.
"Ruan Ruan."
He spoke, disregarding the uncontrollable fierce gusts, and walked toward Su Ruan.
The gusts shredded his clothes to pieces and left more bloodstains on his body.
Yet he didn't stop, his body straight, walking directly toward Su Ruan.
Once close, he reached out his hand to pull Su Ruan into his embrace, gently stroking her back.
"Baby, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Perhaps having come in contact with a familiar presence, the blood-red in Su Ruan's eyes gradually faded.
She stretched out her small hands, wrapping them around Lu Shinian's waist, her head buried in his chest, voice soft, holding a trace of a barely noticeable sob.
