Lanling had imagined their reunion in countless scenarios.
He had even considered the worst.
And the worst was that Haruki's memories had been altered—every trace of Lanling erased, replaced by someone else. He could barely manage the thought of being treated as a stranger, but if he saw Haruki being intimate with another person, that would truly break him.
Saki had been an eye-opener.
But even after spending years bracing himself for the pain, he never once imagined their reunion would happen like this—Haruki, running for his life from a Black Python soldier.
'Why isn't he using his wind?'
Lanling didn't have time to ponder. Another soldier was closing in fast. His body moved on instinct, lightning crackling at his fingertips as he reached out, his hand landing firmly on Haruki's shoulder. He directed a controlled pulse of energy into him, reviving his muscles, reinvigorating his body.
"Keep at it..."
