The treehouse was still ringing with the echo of Han Jue's furious roar, yet now there was only silence… a crushing, suffocating silence that pressed against their chests like a boulder.
No one spoke because they couldn't.
The place where Xuan Long had stood felt hollow, like it was just a dream, and when they blinked their eyes, Xuan Long would still be there and the small egg. But they knew it was not possible… It was not a dream but reality… which they refused to accept.
This was supposed to be a day of celebration… A day filled with life.
Yet while they were rejoicing over two newborn cubs… another child had vanished before it could even be held.
Before it could hear its mother's voice.
Before Su Qinglan could kiss it and call it hers.
Hu Yan's arms tightened around the cub in his hold… so hard his knuckles turned white. The cub let out a weak, startled wail, its tiny body trembling against his chest.
The sound made everyone snap out of their haze.
Rong Ye flinched.
