Xiaoxiao.

To make matters worse, the abundant spiritual energy within his body mysteriously vanished once again.

As if overnight, Kuang Zheng went from a master with extraordinary abilities back to an ordinary mortal, and even his physical fitness declined sharply, making him extremely fragile.

This astonishing discovery struck her like a bolt from the blue, leaving her utterly terrified.

He immediately began searching for the reason, but to his despair, he tried every method he could think of, but ultimately found nothing.

Fortunately, apart from the strange disappearance of spiritual energy, no problems were found with Kuang Zheng's body.

After observing for a period of time without finding anything, they eventually had no choice but to let it go.

At first, Ying Yue thought that as long as Kuang Zheng recovered, he would wake up soon.

However, as time went by, another spring, summer, autumn and winter passed by in the blink of an eye.

On the surface, there was no visible sign of Kuangzheng's injuries, yet he remained in a deep coma.

At the same time, another matter was tormenting Ying Yue's already wounded heart.

Three whole years have passed, and Wu Ren, who promised to catch up soon, is still nowhere to be found.

Back then, he had made a firm promise that he would catch up with them soon.

Even if he can't come back temporarily for some reason, he will send a message back as soon as possible.

But now, three years have passed in the blink of an eye. Ying Yue has been waiting anxiously, but she has never seen that familiar figure appear, nor has she received a single word from him.

Only then did Ying Yue realize that the reason Wu Ren had made such a firm promise was simply so that she could leave without any worries.

In fact, from the very beginning, he resolutely chose the path of risking his life and fighting a desperate battle.

Whenever she recalls these past events, Ying Yue feels as if her heart is being torn apart, her liver and intestines are being ripped apart. The excruciating pain is simply unbearable for her, as if the whole world has collapsed at that moment.

He often silently recalled the past in the quiet of the night, his heart filled with endless regret and self-blame.

He wished he could turn back time to that fateful moment. If he hadn't chosen to leave, everything might have been different.

Now, the person he loves lies unconscious beside him.

Every day, when he gazed at that familiar yet pale face, his heart ached as if it were being stabbed.

The person he had always been concerned about had disappeared without a trace, as if a stone had sunk into the sea, for three whole years.

Then a new torment began, so he could only keep comforting himself: "Zheng-ge'er will wake up tomorrow, he definitely will."

"Wu Ren must have found a safe place to hide. Maybe when we open our eyes tomorrow, we'll see him standing in front of us."

However, this self-comfort has continued for three whole years, and there is still no sign of the people around him waking up, nor is there any news from those far away.

For Ying Yue, such days were nothing short of torture; every minute and every second was an unbearable torment.

Sometimes, she even felt that living was more painful than dying, and she really wanted to end it all and find relief.

But whenever this thought flashed through her mind, she would immediately think of what would happen if Kuang Zheng suddenly woke up in the next second and found himself not by her side;

Or what if Wu Ren appeared before them in the next second and saw that they had chosen to take their own lives? How grief-stricken and sorrowful they would be then?

Thinking of all this, Ying Yue gave up the idea of ​​suicide, gritted her teeth, and relied on the belief deep in her heart to persevere with difficulty and tenacity.

But how long can one hold onto a steadfast belief if one has been longing for it for a long time but has yet to see any response?

Just as she was comforting herself and watching for three whole years, feeling that she couldn't go on any longer, a soft and familiar voice suddenly drifted into his ears.

That was his lover's soft moan, like heavenly music, instantly piercing his weary soul.

At first, he wondered if he was hallucinating again.

After all, this has happened far too many times during this long and difficult period.

Not only did he experience auditory hallucinations, but he also frequently experienced visual hallucinations.

Therefore, when she first heard that soft murmur, she didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was just a misperception caused by her excessive longing.

However, when that soft moaning sound entered her ears clearly again, she froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

The bowl he was holding fell to the ground with a "bang" and shattered into pieces.

She paid no heed to the mess of food scattered on the floor; his gaze was completely drawn to the direction where his lover was.

Without the slightest hesitation, she rushed to her lover's bedside like an arrow released from a bow.

When I finally saw Kuang Zheng's chest, which rose and fell slightly, full of rhythm and cadence, the emotions I had been holding back burst forth instantly.

All her strength and forbearance crumbled at this moment. She could no longer control herself and suddenly hugged her lover, whose eyes were still tightly closed.

Three whole years!

All the fear, grievances, and persistent efforts I've endured over the past three years seem to have found an outlet at this moment.

Endless tears, like a flood bursting its banks, gushed from his eyes, instantly soaking his lover's clothes.

All the bitterness that had been swallowed alone, the countless sleepless nights, and the confusion and fear about the future, all turned into scalding tears at this moment, flowing freely in the warm embrace of their loved one.

Suddenly, a familiar, heartbreaking cry reached my ears, like a lightning bolt ripped through the sky, instantly pulling my wandering consciousness back to reality.

In that instant, the consciousness that had been wandering outside for nearly three years returned to its body like a weary bird returning to its nest.

The moment consciousness and body reunited, an indescribable feeling welled up inside me.

The first thing that strikes is the profound feeling of one's lover's heart-wrenching weeping; the sound of their cries is like a sharp sword piercing straight into the heart, causing immense pain.

Countless words I wanted to say surged in my heart like a tide, but when I saw my lover crying her eyes out, heartbroken and devastated, all my words seemed so pale and powerless.

In the end, all the words were summed up in a simple yet incredibly warm hug.

And so, in this silent dragon's nest, a man and a woman embraced tightly.

The girl was already sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam, her whole body trembling with grief.

The young man gazed at the girl in his arms with loving eyes, his gaze filled with tenderness.

He gently raised his hand and tenderly patted his lover's back, again and again, as if soothing a frightened fawn.

At the same time, he unconsciously tightened his arms, holding the woman in his arms even closer, as if only in this way could he transfer his warmth and strength to his beloved, so that she would no longer feel lonely and helpless...