Chen Yi immediately withdrew his hand, his eyes still filled with suspicion, the sword held horizontally in front of him, remaining alert.
The black-clad guard quickly removed her face armor and walked up to give a big hug.
Suddenly embraced, Chen Yi was momentarily at a loss, then he heard a familiar "Hey!" and promptly reacted, holding her in his arms.
It was indeed Min Ning.
Those heroic yet slightly sorrowful eyes, Chen Yi would never forget, although he already had many women he would never forget in his life.
Chen Yi looked down at her face, noticing a faint scar at the corner of her forehead, hair by her temple cut short and not yet grown back, her cheeks more taut than before, showing the marks of her trials, and he silently sensed a tinge of world-weariness.
"Ouch." Min Ning gasped, pushing him half a step back, frowning and pressing her ribs, "Easy! You nearly broke my bones." Though she complained, a fleeting relief of a long-awaited reunion flashed in her eyes.
