Chapter: 1937

The previous traces of Ye Chen killing the Tianlin ninja had completely disappeared, covered by the thick layer of snow that crunched underfoot, making a sound like it was far away from the urban noise and dust.

Ito Nanako tightly grasped Ye Chen's hand without letting go, pulling him along for a stroll in the snow, then raised his hand high up, and herself turned around with his hand beautifully.

The kimono's exquisite hem fluttered as she skillfully turned around on the white snowy ground, highlighting Ito Nanako's extraordinary figure, adding a few more alluring touches to her appearance.

Ito Nanako had turned around several times in the snow, then stopped facing Ye Chen.

She used her bright and pure eyes to tightly gaze at Ye Chen, speaking with genuine sentiment: "Ye Chen, my lord, I've been waiting for this snowy day for several days. The weather forecast said that this snow would fall a few days ago, so when I was sitting in my wheelchair, stopped in the courtyard, looking up at the sky, waiting for the snow to fall while thinking of you"

"However, that day I didn't get to see the snow, nor dare to hope that I could wait for you"

Mentioning this, her eyes suddenly moistened with a layer of tears, speaking with warmth and a hint of choking: "But I really didn't think it would happen today, that my long-awaited big snowfall would come together with Ye Chen, who I've been eagerly waiting for just as long"

"This moment is truly the most happy, most satisfied, and most perfect moment of my life, so perfect that it's hard to believe, so real and yet like a dream or a fantasy"

As Ye Chen and Ito Nanako strolled hand in hand through the quiet Kyoto snow night, Tokyo was still seething with an undercurrent.

At this time, Takahashi Makoto was waiting anxiously at home for news from Teng Ling's ninja clan.

Teng Ling's family was even more anxious than him.

Because until now, they had already lost ten ninjas, almost wiping out the young middle-aged strength of the family.

Although it may seem like a small number, a family with ten young men is already quite massive.

Firstly, these ten young men would at least have one to two generations of elders, including parents, uncles, aunties, grandparents, and great-grandparents, adding up to at least ten people.

Next, these ten young men were all males, but a family's young men cannot be all males. If the male-to-female ratio is one to one, there must have been at least another ten female members in the family.

Again, the ten young male ninjas had at least half of them already married with children. They still had wives and kids.

As a result, a family would need to have a scale of at least five or six dozen people just to have ten young male ninjas.

Currently, Teng Ling's strong young men have all fallen in battle, and the family's fighting power has sharply decreased.

Under such circumstances, there was naturally no ability to spare any more manpower to protect Takahashi Makoto.

So, at home, except for some retainers, there wasn't a single ninja left.

The night was deep, but Takahashi Makoto still didn't have the slightest intention of giving up.

On one hand, he was still grieving over his son Takahashi Hidekazu's tragic death; on the other hand, he wanted to wait and see if it would be possible to make contact with the missing Teng Ling ninjas again.

Although he knew in his subconscious that the Teng Ling ninjas sent to Kyoto were probably already being secretly killed off, he still held onto a glimmer of hope deep within himself.

He felt that at least until he didn't see any corpses, there was still a possibility for things to turn around. Perhaps if he waited a bit longer, those few Teng Ling ninjas would make contact with him again.

Just as Takahashi Makoto was pacing back and forth in the living room, waiting anxiously for something to happen, a thin arrow suddenly shot out from the corner and struck him right behind his neck. JrNovels.com