At this moment, the tent was suddenly lifted.
Yu Youyao stopped in her tracks and froze on the spot.
Yin Huaixi had grown taller again. He was wearing a battle robe, and his jade-like face looked even more defined. His edges were firm, but he was still as graceful and noble as before.
He stood quietly at the entrance of the tent and looked at her. He had one hand on the curved knife at his waist, and his entire body was filled with a murderous aura that had been sharpened by blood and war. He was terrifying to look at and she did not dare to approach him.
"You…" Yu Youyao's eyes suddenly turned red, and even her voice trembled. "You're back!"
Yin Huaixi laughed softly. His voice was even deeper than before, and the murderous aura on his body dissipated. He strode forward and hugged the woman he had been dreaming about for a long time. Then, he said unhappily, "You've lost weight!"
