Sanhua.
Information regarding the name immediately surfaced in Mo Hai’s mind.
In the game, Sanhua was born in Huanglong.
Blind from birth, her hometown was swallowed during her childhood by the Sea Erosion anomaly, leaving her right eye corrupted by a Tacet Discord.
From then on, she gained an abnormal sight capable of perceiving the “frequency of all things,” while also awakening her Glacio Resonance—the ability to manipulate ice and snow.
Ostracized because she could not control the bitter cold, she drifted alone while being hunted down, until an abbot at a temple took her in.
He bestowed upon her the dharma name “Sanhua” and taught her swordsmanship to quiet her mind.
She later met Jinhsi—the first person who appeared in her vision as her “original self.” Resolving to follow her, Sanhua became a personal guard to the Magistrate of Jinzhou, wielding ice and snow as her protective power.
She was taciturn and fiercely loyal.
But at this moment, the look in her eyes as she stared at him went far beyond seeing a stranger.
It was the exhilaration of having fulfilled a sacred mission!
“Sanhua…” Chixia was bewildered by the sudden turn of events, reflexively wanting to explain, “This is the guy we found outside the city—” “I know.” Sanhua didn’t even cast a glance at Chixia, her excited gaze locked firmly onto Mo Hai.
Her eyes were like a pair of eagle talons, clamped tight onto Mo Hai, as if trying to discern every single pore on his body.
After a long pause, her tight, blade-thin lips finally parted once more.
“Please come with me.” Though phrased as a polite request, Mo Hai knew he clearly had no choice.
Her slightly breathless words seemed to make the surrounding air boil.
Yangyang and Chixia’s faces were filled with shock and confusion, accompanied by a tinge of wonder.
The Rover was equally bewildered.
On the way here, the Rover had already decided to seek out Jinhsi first to ask questions.
Who could have guessed that the man they had been chatting with so pleasantly along the road would be whisked away on the spot by Jinhsi’s chief personal guard?
Mo Hai sighed softly in his heart.
Sure enough, what was bound to come had come.
He knew that from the moment he stepped into this city, from the moment he felt that intense emotional resonance, Jinhsi had already locked her sight on him.
And now, she could wait no longer.
He had no choice, nor any room to resist.
Casting a reassuring look toward the worried Yangyang and Chixia, he stepped forward and followed Sanhua.
The two walked one behind the other through the cold, solemn corridors of the Midnight Rangers headquarters.
The guards in the vicinity were all shocked to see Sanhua personally leading a strange man.
The hallway was long and so quiet that only their rhythmic footsteps echoed.
“To find you, the Magistrate expended an immense amount of effort.” Walking ahead, Sanhua suddenly spoke, her voice sounding as if it bubbled up from beneath solid ice.
“Over these past three years, for every Midnight Ranger squad sent out and every secret agent dispatched across the land, their primary mission was to find a man…
matching a portrait.” Mo Hai’s footsteps paused imperceptibly.
“The Magistrate said you might have changed your name, altered your appearance, or even…
forgotten her.” Sanhua’s tone held a strange nuance that even she hadn’t noticed.
“But she said your eyes and your demeanor would never change.” “For three years, she personally drew a portrait of you every single day.
She said it was to ensure that among the vast sea of people, our operatives could recognize you at a single glance.” Mo Hai remained silent.
He couldn’t imagine how a girl, clinging to painful memories, had searched for him in such an almost obsessive manner.
That SSS-rank bond was a reward to him.
To her, it was likely…
an inescapable shackle.
She had been trapped in it all along.
Finally, they arrived before a massive, heavy door forged from an unknown metal.
Flanking the door stood two personal guards whose aura was as immovable as mountains.
Seeing Sanhua, they merely bowed slightly.
Sanhua stopped, turned, and for the first time looked directly at Mo Hai.
This time, her eyes lacked her former scrutiny and coldness.
“The Magistrate is inside.” “Once you step in, think carefully about what you should and shouldn’t say.” “And…” Her voice dropped extremely low, audible almost to only the two of them, “don’t make her sad again.” With that, she paid no further attention to Mo Hai.
She bowed slightly toward the heavy door, then melted back into the nearby shadows like a phantom, leaving the entire space to Mo Hai alone.
The door was unlocked.
Standing before it, Mo Hai felt his breathing grow heavy.
He didn’t need to listen with his ears or see with his eyes.
The “Heart Mark” on his chest was beating wildly at an unprecedented frequency, transmitting the chaotic, storm-like emotions of the person behind the door.
The ecstasy of finding what was lost.
The trepidation of nearing home.
A deep, bone-carving longing that spanned three full years.
And a sliver of cautious sorrow…
terrified that all of this was merely an illusionary dream.
Mo Hai slowly raised his hand.
He knew that behind this door lay neither power nor wealth.
It was a cage named love, built by his own hands.
His fingertips touched the cold metallic surface.
A gentle push.
*Creak—* The heavy metal door slowly slid open.
Beyond lay a room so vast it felt somewhat empty.
Outside the window were the bright, glittering lights of Jinzhou City.
Framed against those lights stood a slender figure in a plain white dress, her back turned to him, standing quietly before the window.
She did not turn around.
Yet Mo Hai could see her shoulders trembling violently with minute shivers.
Inside the room, only her voice echoed—a whisper like a dream squeezed from the depths of her throat with every ounce of her strength, laden with endless sobs and tremors.
“…Mo Hai.” “You’re finally…
back.”