Morning light poured through the villa's windows, filling the room where Li Chen lay with a warm, golden glow. Weeks had passed since the climactic battle that had left Shanghai in ruins and the Sun family shaken, but in that light, a new hope blossomed. Li Chen stirred, slowly opening his eyes to the sight of Zhang Mei seated by his bedside, her gaze tender and watchful.
"Mei…" he murmured, his voice raspy but filled with warmth.
Zhang Mei smiled, brushing a gentle hand over his forehead. "You're awake," she whispered, her voice trembling with joy and relief. "Finally, you're back with us."
As he sat up, still wincing from the aches that lingered in his body, Li Chen felt an overwhelming sense of peace. Though his body was still healing, his heart felt light, unburdened. He knew he had fought his hardest, not just for his family but for everyone in the city, everyone who had suffered under Zhang Yiming's darkness.