Zhenxi blinked several times, her wide eyes adjusting as the world around her came into focus for the first time.
Her small hands, trembling slightly, fell away from her face as she stared forward, her breath catching in her throat.
For a moment, everything seemed impossibly vivid.
The light of the setting sun bathed the world in hues of gold and crimson, casting long shadows over the landscape.
The leaves of the trees shimmered with life, their delicate edges now so clear to her.
And there, right in front of her, was Wang Xiao.
She saw him.
For the first time, her gaze locked onto his face, and Zhenxi felt her heart skip a beat.
His features were sharp, but not harsh—more like those of a figure from a forgotten legend.
His eyes, deep and blue, held a glint of something she couldn't quite name, a quiet strength that seemed to ripple just beneath the surface.
