Chapter 345

Sword energy flowed from her fingertips, spreading outward like a river of stars more dazzling than the sky, illuminating his path forward.

The white glow reflected in her almond-shaped eyes, suffusing them with a tranquil, silvery-gray hue, reminiscent of mountain lakes washed clean by the autumn moon—clear and captivating.

Bathed in the soft, radiant glow, Ning Ning met his gaze, her lips curling into a warm smile.

No one could witness such a scene without feeling their heart stir.

When Pei Ji saw her leaping lightly down and running toward him, she was like a playful breeze.

“Welcome home.”

A soft, warm bundle of energy rushed into his arms.

Ning Ning nuzzled against his neck, her voice tinged with drowsiness.

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”

She chuckled lightly, pressing closer to his chest as she murmured, “I’m so sleepy.”

There was a sly undertone in her laugh, as if she were teasing him with some hidden meaning.

“Mm.”

The sword energy lingered in the air as Pei Ji raised a hand to touch the back of her head, his fingers drawing out a slender, gentle glow.

He held her tightly, as if cradling a luminous moon.

“Home. Sleep.”

The word came to him effortlessly now.

The bitterness, uncertainty, and fear that had once made it so hard to say had vanished entirely, swept away by the light she had brought into his life.

Things were no longer the same.

Someone had been willing to cast a guiding light for him, to banish the endless darkness, and then, just like tonight, to run to him without hesitation.

For him, “home” was not a house, furniture, or even a piece of land.

Ning Ning was his home.

Because of her, the once unbearable nights had become beautiful.

The dark was no longer an end but a prelude to dawn.

He loved her so, so deeply.

Dusk fell, the sparse woods cloaked in shadow.

The night painted two silhouettes walking side by side.

Ning Ning yawned, her ears catching the faint sound of distant dogs barking.

A moment of hazy awareness brought with it the scent of wildflowers drifting from the treetops.

Fate, she thought.

Across countless cycles of time, through billions of intertwining souls, despite the immeasurable distance between them, she had, against all odds, met Pei Ji.

And she accepted it wholeheartedly, clinging to that near-zero chance, drawing closer to him step by step.

Until it became a 100% certainty—a future that belonged to Ning Ning and Pei Ji.

The thought alone made her heart soar.

Pei Ji must have noticed the smile tugging at her lips.

Lowering his gaze, he asked softly, “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking—”

Her fingertip moved lightly, causing her sword energy to ripple as it flowed along his cold, steady energy and seeped into his sea of consciousness.

It felt like soft, velvety paws brushing against him in an instant, sending shivers cascading through him.

His entire body tensed, his blood and meridians responding uncontrollably.

His breathing faltered, chaotic and unsteady, as her hand reached out to gently hook his finger, trapping him in her tender hold.

Their sword energies intertwined, their minds gradually touching.

Ning Ning gave his fingertip a playful squeeze, catching a glimpse of the faint red coloring his ear.

Her laugh rang out, blending with the breeze:

“I like you the most.”