13:25;
Kabul International Airport, Afghanistan;
While Xi Yuan gently held Rong Xinghe's hand, his security team efficiently loaded the Hybrids' luggage into the private jet's storage compartments. Diablos silently followed behind them, Nifhel at his side—adamant about seeing off the woman he loved and ensuring her safety until the very end. With no communication from Xanvoria, the couple remained blissfully unaware of the storm that had been unleashed in their homeland.
Since setting foot in Afghanistan, Xi Yuan had prioritized Rong Xinghe's well-being above all else. Her comfort, her health, her emotional stability—these had become his primary focus. He had held her through the darkest nights as she mourned the loss of their child and stayed by her side during her grueling combat retraining, no matter how much it killed him to witness her pain, to watch her break and painstakingly piece herself back together again.
