A few steps away, someone was looking right at her.
His face was sharply chiseled, his eyes deep and clear. The heroic air about his brows, tempered by wind and frost, showed no sign of weariness or decline. Instead, it had become more resolute and steady.
But at this moment, the rims of his eyes were slightly red, his gaze turbulent with emotion.
It was Wang Tingyue.
Liang Wan straightened up, facing him from a distance. She moved her lips, but her throat was too tight to speak.
"I'm back," he said, his voice hoarse.
Liang Wan lowered her head, pressed her lips together, and nodded.
"Don't cry." He tried to step forward, but after a single pace, a guard blocked him.
Liang Wan nodded. "Okay."
She said she wouldn't cry, but the tears wouldn't stop.
She didn't understand why she was crying. They were both alive and well, yet a bitter sorrow welled up in her heart, and the warmth in her eyes was beyond her control.
