Hearing that voice, Xiao Qingyu's body trembled. She spun around, her eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming joy.
By the cliff's edge, the drifting clouds parted. The wind high above swept through the ancient trees flanking the pavilion, making their branches sway. Sunlight filtered through the shifting leaves, casting a lattice of light and shadow upon the young man's face. He stood there, hazy and indistinct, just like the figure from her countless dreams.
Xiao Qingyu opened her mouth, but the words wouldn't come.
Wang Xiu smiled gently. "Senior Sister Xiao, I'm back."
The sound of his voice shattered her stupor. Realizing this was no dream or illusion, she rushed forward and threw her arms around him.
"You finally decided to come back?" she murmured, lightly patting his back in mock reproach. "Where have you been all these years?"
