Ethan Smith clutched tightly onto Emily Taylor's wrist. Lying in the medicinal pool, Emily slowly opened her beautiful eyes.
She looked around in a daze, clearly unfamiliar with her surroundings.
Ethan pulled Emily into his arms and exclaimed excitedly, "Emily, you... you've finally woken up..."
To reunite with Emily Taylor, Ethan had plunged into desperate training. At last, he could hold the woman he loved tightly in his arms again.
"Your clothes are over there." The Pavilion Master tossed out the remark, waved his hand, and left the secret chamber with two attendants in tow.
In the secret chamber, Ethan held Emily in a tight embrace, tears welling up in his eyes.
He held her for what seemed like an eternity before he finally loosened his arms.
In his arms, Emily's eyes were as soft as water. Her delicate, fragile body leaned against Ethan's chest.
She lifted her head, and her gaze pulled Ethan into an inescapable whirlpool, completely entranced by her.