[He had a sneaking suspicion about why the guards, many of whom seemed genuinely shocked to see him, remained silent. It seemed that he really had left his wife alone on this world... or, rather, their world. That explained why she had had so much trouble believing that he was really himself, or why she had been so tearful in their reunion.

Knowing that he had caused his beloved wife heartache ate away at him, gnawing at his conscience as if it were a ravenous beast.

At least in the tent, they were alone. The guards were distant enough to give them desperately needed privacy, not to mention a chance to catch their breath. He placed his hands over hers, bringing them to his cheek so that he could feel her soft hands against his skin.]

The only thing I need is you, Daqiao. As long as we're together, I don't care who stands in our way... there's no way I'll let anyone hurt you.

[His hands gradually lower themselves to her waist, his gaze fixated on her gorgeous, vibrant eyes. He starts to close the distance between their lips, yearning to hold her, kiss her, to experience everything with her that she's missed about him.

To reassure her that he is very much here with her, and he isn't going anywhere.]