Xia Jingyu felt a familiar chest pressed against her cheek, and her ears heard a familiar voice. Her body shuddered slightly as she opened her eyes, seeing a familiar face.
"Su... Yu…" Xia Jingyu could not believe her eyes, she was in shock. She wondered wildly if he was a hallucination, conjured by blood loss.
Su Yu was alive!
"Jingyu, sorry for being late." A soft, bleak sigh pulled Xia Jingyu back to reality!
"Su Yu!" A sad cry could be heard throughout the entire Sanctuary.
Xia Jingyu shed tears of happiness as she extended her pale arm, hugging the purple-robed man tightly.
She squeezed him so tightly that her own lungs were crushed. But, she refused to loosen her grip—instead holding him tighter, afraid he may disappear.
At that moment, Xia Jingyu forgot heaven and earth. She forgot about space and time, about the arena stage, and she forgot herself.
Her heart was filled with Su Yu, whom she had once lost.
