"Ah Dai, Ah Dai." All her memories had returned. Xuan Yue clearly remembered why she decided to learn Holy Magic from her grandfather in the first place - it was all to see Ah Dai again! Ah Dai, are you okay? Where are you? Have the elves been saved? Ah Dai, Ah Dai.
Xuan Yue trembled slightly with agitation. The yearning that had been asleep for three years now surged forth, her tears flowing down unchecked. Even the strongest Sacred Aura couldn't prevent her from yearning for Ah Dai. That honest and good-natured boy held such importance in her heart. She had realized why she had firmly rejected Babuyi just now. It was because her heart could hold no one else, there was only room for Ah Dai.
Seeing Xuan Yue's tears, Babuyi suddenly sobered up and tentatively asked, "Yue Yue, what's wrong? Was my language too harsh? Don't cry. I won't force you. We can talk about this later."
