Clumsy Beast, Keep Y Chapter 462: Joy She Cannot Explain

Chapter 462: Chapter 462: Joy She Cannot Explain

Behind her, Yin Feng’s eyes widened in shock. He had never seen her like this... breaking apart in front of so many people.

"Mulan—!"

He stepped forward imdiately, closing the distance between them in an instant. His arms wrapped around her firmly as he pulled her into his embrace, supporting her trembling body before she could collapse any further.

"What happened?"

His voice was urgent now, filled with unmistakable worry.

But Wang Mulan did not answer.

She buried her face against him, her fingers clutching tightly onto his clothes as though they were the only thing anchoring her to reality. Her body shook with quiet sobs that she could not suppress.

Tears continued to fall.

One after another. They were unstoppable.

Yin Feng frowned deeply, his heart tightening painfully at the sight.

He held her gently but securely, one hand resting against her back as he tried to soothe her, his movents careful and steady.

"It’s alright... I’m here," he murmured in a low voice.

"Tell ... what happened?"

But she only cried. Her voice choked, broken apart by emotions far too overwhelming for her to control.

Around them, the beastn stood frozen in place.

Slowly, almost instinctively, they lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at her.

Their priestess crying like this... It was sothing none of them had ever witnessed before.

Just what had happened?

What could possibly make her react so strongly?

Their thoughts raced wildly, but not a single one of them dared to voice those questions aloud.

Their hearts grew tense with unease and anticipation. But they remained silent.

anwhile, Yin Feng tightened his hold around her slightly, his brows drawn together deeply as concern filled his gaze.

"Mulan..." he called again, his voice softer now, gentler than before.

"Look at ... tell

what happened."

He asked her again and again, and finally her sobs began to weaken.

Her breathing slowly steadied, though her body still trembled faintly in his arms.

She lifted her head just a little, her tear-filled eyes unfocused, as if she were still caught sowhere between reality and emotion.

"...Yin Feng..."

Her voice ca out hoarse and broken.

"My daughter..."

She paused, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

"...My daughter is back..."

Yin Feng froze. His entire expression stiffened in an instant.

"...What?"

His voice dropped, confusion filling his eyes as he stared at her.

Wang Mulan clutched onto him even tighter, her fingers gripping his clothes as though afraid he might disappear if she loosened her hold.

"The destiny... it brought her back..." she murmured, her voice uneven and choked with emotion.

"...She’s here... she’s really here..."

Her words ca out in fragnts, unclear and scattered, filled with feelings too vast for her to properly express.

But to Yin Feng...none of it made sense.

His brows furrowed even deeper, confusion clouding his thoughts. His gaze softened slightly as he looked at her tear-streaked face.

Her daughter...He knew who she was talking about.

The daughter she had lost. His chest tightened faintly at the mory.

Ah...

So that was it. She missed her. That must be why she was reacting like this.

This place... this temple...

It must have reminded her of sothing or of her daughter. That’s why...she was crying like this.

Yin Feng’s expression turned gentler as he held her closer, his grip steady and reassuring.

"It’s alright..." he said softly, his hand brushing lightly against her back in a comforting motion.

"I know... you miss her."

He did not question her words any further. He did not take them to heart. After all...How could soone who had already died...co back?

After a long while, her sobs slowly ca to a stop.

Wang Mulan remained within Yin Feng’s arms, her breathing still uneven at first...before it gradually began to calm.

The trembling that had overtaken her body started to fade little by little, like waves receding after a storm. Even the tight grip of her fingers, which had clutched onto his clothes as though they were her only anchor, slowly loosened.

Then, she seed to realize sothing. Her body stiffened ever so slightly.

"...I..."

She pulled back just a little, creating a small distance between them. Her gaze lowered instinctively as awareness returned to her mind. What had she just done...? In front of everyone...?

For a mont, silence lingered heavily between them.

Then, without a word, she raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face.

Taking a slow, steady breath, she closed her eyes briefly, as if gathering herself, regaining control over the emotions that had surged so violently just monts ago.

When she opened them again, she was calm once again.

But this ti, there was sothing different. There was a gentle and radiating smile on her face.

It spread naturally across her face, carrying a warmth that had not been there before. It wasn’t forced, nor was it restrained behind her usual composure.

Yin Feng looked at her, slightly stunned. That smile...

It was rare.

It was so rare that even he, who had known her for so long, couldn’t help but feel sothing in his chest loosen slightly at the sight of it. Without realizing it, the tension that had been etched into his expression eased.

"...You’re alright now?" he asked quietly.

Wang Mulan nodded faintly.

"...Mm."

She didn’t explain anything because she knew she couldn’t.

What she had seen... what she had done in the past... the truth surrounding her daughter. None of it was sothing she could simply speak aloud.

And even if she did...

Would anyone truly believe her?

She didn’t know. And more importantly, she didn’t want to explain much. So she chose silence.

Ti passed.

The group remained near the temple, not straying too far from where they stood. The White Temple remained within their sight.

The air around them had cald once more.

But suddenly a sharp sound cut through the sky.

Flap...!

A shadow swept overhead, swift and precise. It was a hawk beastman.

It circled once above them before descending rapidly, its movent controlled and deliberate. Within monts, it landed right in front of them with practiced precision.

The beastman who had transford returned to his human form the instant he touched the ground. He straightened imdiately and stepped forward, lowering himself into a respectful bow.

"My lord and Priestess."