Hua Jing had been waiting too, even if she hadn't known it.
She had spent a lifetime running from him.
Telling herself that she despised him.
That he was nothing but the man fate had forced upon her.
That he had stolen her freedom.
That he was the reason her life had become a cage.
But she had been lying to herself.
She had always been looking for something she thought she would never find.
And she had never realized—she had already found it.
Because even when she hated him, he had been the only man who had never turned his back on her.
Even when she had cursed him in her heart, his name had still been the only one that had ever made her feel safe.
Even when she had sworn to herself that she would never need him, his touch had still been the only one that had ever felt like home.
She had spent her entire life running.
But she had never been running away.
She had only ever been running to him.
And now—
Now, there was no more running.
