On the rooftop, the wind was still howling, but in the midst of the wind, there was an oasis of absolute silence.
Lu Beichen still held An Luowei tightly. He was afraid. If he let go, she would disappear like a dream.
Weiwei buried her face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of cedarwood. The scent she once hated... was now the scent of absolute safety.
"I... I'm so stupid, aren't I?" She whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. "Hate you... thirty thousand years... just because of a misunderstanding."
Beichen Jing tightened his embrace. "No." His voice trembled. "It was my fault. My fault for 'hesitating'. Even for just a second... I was an accomplice in pushing you down the Tru Tien Dai. You hate me... that's right."
This admission... made her heart ache even more.
She raised her head, her trembling hand touching his cheek. For the first time, she took the initiative to touch him.
"But you waited for me." She said, tears rolling down again. "You alone... carrying the injustice of 'betrayal', still waiting for me."
"It's worth it." He leaned down, kissed her forehead, her swollen eyes. "As long as you come back. Everything is worth it."
He suddenly remembered.
"Dewdrop..." He smiled, the first real smile in a long time. "Your painting... 'Tinh Hoa Lo'. It... is very beautiful."
An Lac Vi blushed, she avoided his eyes. "I... I didn't mean to remember. It... appeared on its own."
"I know." He smiled. "The soul of the Flower God... how could it forget its most beautiful work?"
A sweet silence filled the air.
"Let's..." He whispered. "Let's go home?"
Go home.
Not "prison". Not "villa".
But "home".
She nodded.
Lu Beichen held her hand.
He didn't let go for a second.
He held her hand and walked into the elevator. He held her hand and walked past the 108th Floor office.
Assistant Zhang, who was pretending to arrange documents, raised his head... and froze.
President Lu... was holding Mrs. Lu's hand.
Mrs. Lu... didn't resist at all.
Her eyes were swollen... but her expression was... peaceful?
Oh my god! Assistant Zhang almost dropped the file. Is... the 'cold war' over? Is the world... at peace?
"President Lu..."
"I'm going home." Lu Beichen said, his voice losing its usual icy tone, replaced by an undisguised gentleness. "Everything at the company, we'll handle tomorrow."
Having said that, he pulled his "wife" into the private elevator, leaving Assistant Zhang frozen with a silly smile.
In the car.
The atmosphere was no longer the suffocating atmosphere of war.
Wei Wei was tired, she had cried too much, experienced too many emotions. She slowly... leaned her head on Lu Beichen's shoulder.
He stiffened for a second.
Then, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her in his arms.
She was back.
She was really back.
The car stopped in front of the villa.
Mrs. Li and the servants ran out worriedly. They were used to the fact that President Lu and his wife "didn't get along well".
But they saw...
President Lu walked out, then... he gently walked around, opened the door for his wife. He held out his hand.
And his wife... put her hand in his, letting him help her out.
The group of servants rubbed their eyes. Were they dreaming?
They walked into the door.
"Mom! Mom's back!"
A small figure rushed out.
Xiao Tao! The little boy had been waiting all day!
The little boy rushed towards An Luo Wei, but when he was two steps away, he suddenly... stopped.
The little boy looked at "Mom". Then at "Dad".
Then... the little boy looked down. He saw his father's and mother's hands... tightly holding each other.
Xiao Tao was stunned.
The little boy looked up, looked at Luc Bac Than (the person he had "boycotted" for the past few days).
Then looked at An Luo Wei.
A smile... as bright as the sun, appeared on the little boy's angelic face for the first time.
Xiao Tao did not rush towards his mother.
The little boy ran over... and hugged both his father and mother's legs. He used his entire small body to "stick" the two of them together.
"Dad!" The little boy called, his voice clear.
"Mom!"
Vi Vi burst into tears (crying again!), but this time they were tears of happiness. She bent down.
But Luc Bac Than was faster.
He bent down, using one hand to pick up his son.
With the other hand, he still did not let go of her. He pulled her into his arms.
A hug.
A hug... that the three of them had been waiting for... for thirty thousand years.
Bac Than Canh. Vi Tien Tu. And their Tien Thai.
The family... officially reunited.
"That's right." Luc Bac Than kissed his son's forehead, then kissed his wife's forehead, his voice hoarse with emotion.
"It's Dad. It's Mom."
"Tieu Dao... We... are really home."