<h4>Chapter 146: Shocked! Overjoyed! Upset... VIII</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    The moment Huo Zenning uttered thest syble, thunderous apuse filled the ce as well as Lu’s sanity with the roaring echo that swarmed upon her. She pped along...


    <i>The same name. The same soldier.</i>


    <i>If only it was also the same person I knew </i>.


    Meanwhile, Huo Yunting, who used to look at his father’s speech in disdain, had changed his mind and smiled slightly upon hearing the name.


    It was the first time he had smiled sincerely in the mansion since many years ago.


    Huo Chen was born to his grandfather at a very old age, being only four years older than Huo Yunting, they were good brothers since childhood.


    Though they were uncle and nephew, they greeted each other by their first names.


    Back when Huo Chen was announced dead to the world, Huo Yunting was shocked. Like the other family members, he could not ept the news properly. It took him about a fortnight just to look at the photo of his little uncle without breaking down.


    He thought that his uncle who had been ying the role as his good brother was strong, even invincible. He trusted his abilities enough to believe that he was not dead and believed that he was still alive as long as not even a dead finger of Huo Chen was found. Since then, he had not stopped searching for Huo Chen.


    And he was relieved then.


    <i>No wonder I couldn’t find you.</i>


    <i>You’ve been under protection by the government.</i>


    <i>d that you’re still here with us...</i>


    That was when a man in green uniform marched onto the stage. He bowed with his peaked cap off and waved the shoulderpads attached to his cape. The dark strap held the holster and officer’s sword which shone brightly under the spotlight. In a serenity post war, every step was precise yet firm. After thest step, he stood there in, with steady spirits and was unmovable like the mountains.


    The crowd gasped.


    Lu Zhaoyang’s eyes were glued on upon the man in uniform. All this while the uneasiness boiling in his heart was finally justified as her body stiffened like her opened mouth.


    <i>Chen!!!</i>


    <i>It really is you!!! </i>


    <i>You have returned!</i>


    <i>You have made it back alive!</i>


    <i>You are still here! Thank heavens, you—you are still here...</i>


    Lu clenched her fists upon hearing the familiar voice again. It still felt like the song of spring. The hustles around her slowly faded away, and the voice of her man soon became the only thing echoing in her head.


    The fitting uniform and the dark boots he wore as he carried her over countless muds and puddles on a rainy day. She could almost smell the scent of his back. He might be wearing a peaked cap, the sign of a soldier’s solemnity, yet she could still discern the quiet eyes underneath. Perhaps he had just recovered from his wound for he looked pale. However, that did not affect the warmness of his smile.


    <i>It is him. It really is him.</i>


    She shuddered.


    Huo Chen, sensing a passionate stare, looked in that direction his sight over. Among the apuding guests, he could recognize someone who sends him down memoryne, standing right next to his great brother. His smile froze but he controlled his emotions. The urge to run downstairs towards the only woman he ever loved.


    He licked his lips, ignored the beads of sweat pouring down his forehead and shifted his eyes. He carried on delivering formalities on the stage.


    Huo Chen might have looked away but Lu had not stopped staring at her man. She felt her heart almost stop beating the moment they exchanged nces. Well, you might probably react the same if you saw your dead loved onesing back to life and standing less than five meters away from you.


    Her nose was knotted while tears were streaming as she listened to his words.