"Miss Ming Yue, what about Xiaoyu..."
The words were left unfinished as a soft, delicate figure embraced him tightly around the waist.
Qin Tian was completely stunned, with his raised hand suspended in mid-air, and a slight ripple emerged in his profound eyes.
Dongfang Mingyue pressed her face against Qin Tian's blood-stained yet still warm chest, clearly sensing his steady heartbeat, a heartbeat like a drumbeat, dispelling all her anxiety. Tears welled up again, but they were no longer tears of despair; rather, they were filled with gratitude and relief, soaking Qin Tian's black coat.
"Thank you." She choked out, her voice soft yet clear, "Really... thank you."
This "thank you" was not only to thank Qin Tian for fighting with all his might to protect everyone and save Xiaoyu but also to thank him for being like a ray of light, breaking the prison of fate that had bound her for many years, allowing her to finally believe that destiny can indeed be changed.
