Above the blue sky, clouds are flying and the air is filled with the scent of freshness and nature.

Mingluo fell from a great height, the sound of wind whistling past her ears. Her eyes were fixed on the black figure, her heart filled with the joy of reunion.

Ye Zhihan was the first to notice the pale purple figure in the sky. He transformed into a shadow and jumped up, coming towards Ming Luo. He put his hands around his waist, propped up a small barrier, and pulled Ming Luo back onto the building.

It all happened so quickly that in the blink of an eye, Ming Luo was carried by Ye Zhihan to the rooftop, successfully avoiding the inspection of the spirit clan spies.

Below, the sharp-eyed child was still shouting in shock. The crowd on the ground who were watching Princess Mingyue's wedding suddenly became chaotic and looked up at the sky, but they did not see Mingluo falling from the building.

"Who fell from the building?"

"Where is it?"

"You're lying, aren't you, brat?"

"Princess Mingyue's wedding day, don't mess with her!"

The child also looked up in confusion and said aggrievedly, "Someone really fell from the building just now."

Although the elf spies hiding in the crowd did not notice the figure that flashed by in the air, Princess Mingyue in the sedan chair noticed something unusual. The luxurious ring on her finger flashed a ray of light. She frowned slightly, lifted the curtain and looked up. The clouds in the sky were rolling and there was no fluctuation.

Instead, the crowds of onlookers suddenly became extremely agitated. They rushed to accept the auspicious gold powder sprinkled by the wedding procession, rejoicing over the princess's wedding. Several nearby spirits even shouted loudly:

"The princess has shown her face!"

"Princess Mingyue has shown her face!"

This sentence was obviously more attractive than the child's previous sentence "someone fell from the building". Passersby were all attracted by Princess Mingyue and tried to catch a glimpse of her appearance. The onlookers who had previously discussed who was more beautiful, Princess Mingyue or Mingluo, were even more eager to see the truth.

Princess Mingyue didn't see the person in the air, so she lowered the curtain and sat in the sedan chair with an uneasy mood, stroking the ring in her hand.

Seeing that the attention of the onlookers was drawn away, Ming Luo, who was hiding on the top of the building in Ye Zhihan's arms, immediately turned around and hugged Ye Zhihan tightly. She buried her entire head in Ye Zhihan's arms, and her face was rubbed pink.

She didn't ask a single question, just feeling the long-lost warmth and listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling particularly at ease.

Feeling the body temperature of the little person in his arms, Ye Zhihan's pine-like standing posture became soft. He gently raised his hand to hug Mingluo, and his big hands stroked her thin back. Between her bony back and the loose clothes, Ye Zhihan could clearly feel her thin body, and her butterfly bones were as obvious as if she was about to flap her wings to fly.

Ye Zhihan was heartbroken, and he finally couldn't help but whispered in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry."

Ming Luo raised her head from Ye Zhihan's arms, and the familiar warmth and brightness finally appeared in her cold eyes. She smiled and whispered, "I knew you would still be you. We will definitely meet again."

Ye Zhihan met Mingluo's frosty blue eyes. Seeing the joy in them, his heart felt like it was being tightly grasped. He said, "Your eyes..."

He recognized it as Jiaobai's frost-blue pearl. What had happened to the fragile little person in front of him? Why had even his eyes been replaced?

"My eyes are the same as yours." Ming Luo said with a smile, as if she didn't care that the eyes in her eye sockets were no longer her own eyes.

Facing Mingluo's smile, Ye Zhihan felt even more sad. Her silver hair, her ice-blue eyes, her fragile body, the haggardness that could not be hidden on her face, and the faint smell of blood emanating from her body, all irritated the softest part of Ye Zhihan's heart.

He had clearly promised to protect Ming Luo, but he disappeared for so long without a trace, and no one even knew what had happened to Ming Luo.

"I'm sorry, I was dragged into the pure white space and just woke up early this morning." Ye Zhihan looked at Mingluo with an apologetic look on his face, his brows furrowed.

"Have you awakened Ye Han's memory?" Ming Luo asked calmly, and by the way, he also tested Ye Zhihan's realm. However, Ming Luo, who had reached the Shenyong realm, could not find out his realm. This meant that his ability was above Ming Luo's.

The Shenyong realm also has different levels. It is obvious that Ye Zhihan is still far higher than Ming Luo in realm. Ye Zhihan, who was originally in the Suling realm, was suddenly promoted to the Shenyong realm after disappearing for a period of time. The only feasible way for him is awakening.

Ye Zhihan pursed his lips slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Since you know everything, then things will be easy to talk about."

"The shadow man in the pure white space is Ye Han. When I was searching for Sister Ling's whereabouts, I was swallowed by the suddenly expanding pure white space and then merged with Ye Han. Now I am him and he is me."

"It turns out that the shadow man who tortured me all my life was actually myself, the ancient shadow demon." Ye Zhihan said with emotion, his ice-blue eyes full of mockery, just like the Ye Han that Mingluo met in his dream.

"After the fusion, I gained the memories of ancient times and reached the peak of the Divine Surge Realm."

"Only then did I realize that the reason why my one-month coma in the dragon clan did not reduce my abilities but instead I still retained abundant spiritual power was because nightmare was one of Ye Han's myriad abilities. When I was on the verge of death, I subconsciously returned to the nightmare world and absorbed endless power of the shadow demon, so I was able to wake up smoothly." Ye Zhihan recalled the past events in detail.

Ming Luo sat beside him, recalling the scene of being dragged into the nightmare. In the misty rain, Ye Zhihan's cold body was covered with blood. If the little tiger had not come forward to carry her out of the nightmare, she would have fallen into eternal sleep in the nightmare.

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