Yun Zhao and Black Glasses walked out of the Bronze Gate hand in hand, watching as the storm in the distant sky seemed to be pushed away by an invisible force, drifting away and dispersing until it vanished entirely within moments.
Yun Zhao let out a slow breath.
Black Glasses turned his head to look at Yun Zhao. "Let's go, we're going home," he said, his grip on Yun Zhao's hand tightening slightly, as if he feared the person beside him might float away like the clouds in the sky.
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