"Jinglin, welcome home!"
An Yiqing smiled, her eyes glistening with tears. Four years had changed many things; she had faced countless deaths. But the one thing that hadn't changed was the unwavering support from her family, friends, and lover.
Liao Jinglin, who had long cultivated a steely demeanor, burst into tears at these words. It was enough! Just this one sentence made all these years of endurance worthwhile!
An Yiqing opened her arms to embrace Liao Jinglin, offering him warm encouragement. Below the stage, Zhang Yuksheng and the others had red-rimmed eyes; only they knew how difficult the journey over these years had been!
Clap—clap—clap—the silent hall resounded with Zhang Yuksheng's applause. The clapping was firm and full of power.
Xing Bin, Feng Yu, and others followed suit, and soon after, Xia Hao, Ruan Xue, and the Old Prince joined in, followed by Lanni and Old Arthur. Everyone else then snapped back and the applause thundered, echoing for a long time.
