The figure turned slowly, his face partially hidden by his long, disheveled hair. It was him, but something was different.
His usual calm and composed demeanor had been replaced by a wild, almost feral look in his eyes.
His clothes were tattered, and faint scars glowed on his skin, remnants of the energy that had coursed through him during his breakthrough.
Yet he looked much more handsome.
"Jasmine…" he said, his voice hoarse and strained.
She ran toward him, stopping just a few feet away. "Are you okay?" she asked, her eyes scanning him for injuries.
Yifan nodded slowly, though his movements were stiff. "I'm fine. Just… exhausted."
Jasmine sighed in relief but quickly noticed the tension in his posture. "What happened here?"
Yifan glanced around, his gaze distant. "The breakthrough… it was stronger than I expected. The elements clashed violently, and I couldn't control them at first."
