Lin Fan and Lin Yumo’s mission was born from thin air, a path sketched in haste like chalk lines before a storm. Later, they’d try pairing Qing Xing with Tang Shaoyu, sending them on a shared assignment to strike sparks like flint in the dark.

The Ouyang Clan planned a phantom foe: seed tainted blood among civilians, twist them into beastmen like moon-struck wolves, then stage villains to drive a wave of panic. Next, they’d unveil a super-augmentation program, win state backing, turn soldiers into altered hounds, brainwash them in shadow, and overturn the three-family balance like a flipped board.

All this unfolds while Xiao Qianxue lies in a coma, winter frost sealing a garden of secrets.

When she wakes, the crisis is already blazing like a brushfire. Others stay in the homeland to resist, while Lin Fan and Xiao Qianxue go alone to Europe to face the Church. She can’t enter battle form, or she’ll spiral out of control, a volcano under ice. Facing a strong enemy, she triggers it anyway; afterward, Lin Fan steadies her with a kiss, like rain soothing fever. It becomes an unabashed lovers’ tour across Europe, laughter like bells along old stone streets.

They finally hit the boss fight: Xiaoxue’s birth parents, their shadows long as a cathedral’s nave. Her former adoptive parents have been altered too, turned into werewolves under a cold moon. After a wave of heartfelt persuasion, the two regain clarity, fog lifting from their eyes. Xiaoxue’s birth parents—the Church’s leaders—are defeated at last, like thunder fading beyond the horizon.

Xiao Qianxue and Lin Fan hold their wedding in Europe, inside a small chapel washed in amber light. Few witnesses, but joy overflows like spring water. She’s eighteen, he’s twenty-two. They sit back-to-back on the grassy slope, watching the sun sink slow as a lantern, smiles soft with contentment.