CHAPTER 1543: CHAPTER 1595: REUNION

Prince Sa’er instinctively turned his head and saw a flash of cold light darting towards him in the darkness. His heart jolted, and he instinctively wanted to dodge, but his body’s reaction speed simply couldn’t keep up.

A Flying Dagger, glinting with a cold light, pierced Sa’er’s arm half a second later. The gun in his hand immediately dropped to the ground, and Sa’er staggered, staring dazedly at the dagger lodged in his wrist. Then, he cried out in pain.

The Japanese who had been watching cruelly, waiting for Li Yifei to be shot dead, panicked and rushed over, asking if Sa’er was okay.

The crowd parted, and a woman walked over slowly. She had originally run over, but after throwing the Flying Dagger and hitting Sa’er, she slowed her pace, smoothing her hair with her hand as she walked to appear more natural.

The woman was very beautiful, her eyes a gemstone blue, looking like two real jewels. She was tall, wearing a tight outfit that highlighted her figure but didn’t reveal much, sparking infinite imagination.

The woman’s gaze never left Li Yifei; her eyes even seemed a bit wet, as if she were very excited.

It wasn’t breathlessness from running, but because she saw Li Yifei. That’s why her heart raced, her breath became uneven, and she felt uneasy. The closer she got to Li Yifei, the more nervous she became.

This was an uncontrollable tension. No matter how much she tried to adjust, she couldn’t control her body’s natural reactions.

This woman was Princess Sarama. Many years ago, she wanted to meet Li Yifei, to see the Golden Eagle. But over the years, the Golden Eagle had suddenly disappeared, just as suddenly as he had appeared before.

Sarama asked around but couldn’t find any trace of Li Yifei. Some said the Golden Eagle had fallen; some said he had retired. His information was a high-level military secret, so it couldn’t be uncovered. Some even said the Golden Eagle was training recruits in a secret unit of the Chinese Military.

Others said the Golden Eagle had become a mercenary and died by a stray bullet from an unknown soldier, his body lost without a trace.

The most absurd rumor said the Golden Eagle went to Africa, took a band of mercenaries, and became an anti-government armed group.

The most ridiculous was the claim that the Golden Eagle developed a serious psychological disorder and had suicidal tendencies, and was secretly executed by the authorities.

Sarama didn’t believe any of it. In her heart, Li Yifei wouldn’t die, nor could he die. A man like a war god couldn’t be killed.

So she always waited for Li Yifei to appear. She also worked hard to get closer to him.

Knowing the news of Li Yifei’s appearance, Sarama was so excited she could die. She was so thrilled she couldn’t sleep at night, didn’t know what to do with herself, and often daydreamed.

That’s why she tormented Sashar, insisting he must find the Golden Eagle, why she ran to the hotel early in the morning, both nervous and excited, unable to control herself.

Because she was Sarama, and the other person was the Golden Eagle.

Sarama walked slower and slower; she didn’t care what consequences would come from hitting Sa’er’s arm. He dared to point a gun at the Golden Eagle—Sarama couldn’t care less about Sa’er. He deserved it, brought it on himself.

In Sarama’s eyes, there was only Li Yifei.

He wasn’t quite like the Li Yifei in her memory, because back then, Li Yifei had his face covered with something—a protective outfit—but the eyes, she remembered the Golden Eagle’s eyes. The eyes would never be wrong; they were so gentle and deep, unforgettable at first glance.

Sarama was looking at Li Yifei, and Li Yifei was also looking at Sarama. This girl... just call her a girl for now, as she was really not old, probably around twenty. Young, pure, beautiful. Li Yifei was sure he didn’t remember who this girl was, or why she intervened to knock Sa’er’s gun away.

Her eyes were truly beautiful. Li Yifei had once discussed with someone why the descendants of the Dubai Royal Family were almost all good-looking. Among the world’s royal families, they were considered top-tier.

The conclusion was that it was due to their race and lineage.

Sarama finally stood before Li Yifei, less than a meter away. She was very tall and wore boots, so she could look Li Yifei in the eye, whereas before, she had to look up to him.

Height aside, Sarama still looked up to Li Yifei in her heart. She pursed her lips; her mouth felt dry, but she was too shy to lick her lips.

Outside the two, everyone was watching them. Most of the Dubai nobles and royal family members present knew Sarama, and they knew what she had done over the years. Some admired her, some disliked her, but they also knew Sarama was truly favored within the royal family. So they felt that Sa’er was likely to be unlucky, even though Sa’er’s father was also a powerful prince. But he probably had no grounds for complaint; who told Sarama to throw the dagger?

Why did she throw the dagger? Everyone wondered.

Wu Shuwei was also puzzled. She instinctively looked at Angelina, because this woman suddenly appeared, not even caring about protecting Li Yifei. Then, in the critical moment, this stunning beauty in front of Li Yifei charged forward, resolving the person with the gun with one Flying Dagger.

Angelina bit her lip, and at this moment, she suddenly realized something. Originally, in that desperate situation, Li Yifei saved her, and Angelina regarded Li Yifei as a hero-like figure, especially since she had a strong hero complex; she wanted to find Li Yifei over these days, hoping something would happen between them.

But when the Dubai Princess appeared, she gave up this idea; the person who saved her might be a super big hero, someone she couldn’t touch.

Weiwei felt a bit lost, but Angelina wasn’t sad because she felt having a moment with Li Yifei, well, a brief unforgettable time, was already enough to cherish.

Li Yifei smiled at Sarama, and Sarama was also looking at Li Yifei, her eyes deeply affectionate.

After several seconds, which felt like a long time, Sarama finally gathered the courage to extend her delicate hand and said, "Hello, Golden Eagle, we meet again!"

The word ’again’ seemed to instantly transport them back several years, and Li Yifei suddenly remembered who this charming girl in front of him was.

However, Li Yifei didn’t know her name, so he had to smile awkwardly, extend his hand, and grasp Sarama’s little hand, saying, "Hello, yes, we meet again."

Sarama’s body trembled slightly. Years later, she again held Li Yifei’s hand, and the familiar feeling returned; she dreamed of this hand in countless dreams.

Years ago, Li Yifei rescued several princes and princesses from terrorists, and Sarama was one of them. She was often called the most beautiful jewel in the royal family from childhood and remained the most beautiful as she grew up. Many knew that after the rescue, Sarama aspired to become a good soldier.

Even as a girl, she believed that as long as she worked hard, she could become a very powerful soldier; her goal was to learn from Golden Eagle, even pleading with her father and grandfather to invite famous military experts to teach her.

Throughout the years of hardships, Sarama did not fear, nor did she complain, but endured with strength.

All for the day when she could have more confidence in front of Li Yifei.

Their hands were still clasped, Sarama hadn’t thought of retracting, and Li Yifei, looking into her eyes, forgot to let go for a moment.

Years ago, Li Yifei had pulled her by the hand, dragging Sarama out of a terrorist’s car, and then, of course, there was an embrace; Li Yifei had one hand supporting her hips, the other on her back, and in just a few seconds put her down.

Vividly remembered, memories now, Sarama seemed oblivious, although she was just a little girl back then, she never forgot all these years.

Little girls are more prone to dream of big heroes, although Sarama didn’t think so.

"My name is Sarama!" As if remembering that Li Yifei didn’t know her name, Sarama proactively said.

"Hello, Sarama! Nice to meet you!" Li Yifei added.

Instantly, Sarama smiled happily, her eyes bright as stars, eyelashes so long, so charming, fluttering like butterfly wings.

Sarama laughed for several seconds, then slightly restrained herself, saying, "Golden Eagle, you’re still the same, unchanged."

She referred to his eyes, and that feeling; the rest was just a vague impression she remembered.

Li Yifei nodded, glanced at Prince Sa’er, who had been helped up but was clenching his arm in pain, and said, "Thank you."

"No one can raise a gun against you in front of me, not even Sa’er, nor Sashar!" Sarama resolutely declared, implying that she would even consider righteousness over family for Li Yifei.

Li Yifei laughed heartily, finally releasing Sarama’s hand; he had already felt the sweat in her palm, though he didn’t know why she was so nervous, but... he had read something from the way she looked at him.

Either she was a fan meeting her idol, incredibly excited, or... it was admiration.

But these emotions seemed indistinguishable, and Li Yifei momentarily didn’t think much about it.

Hand released, Sarama felt a bit regretful, but couldn’t hold Golden Eagle’s hand, especially with so many people watching.

Sashar rushed over breathlessly; he hadn’t rested well these days and had to host the banquet tonight. Learning that Li Yifei had clashed with the Japanese, he immediately rushed over, but arrived late.

Seeing his sister in front of Li Yifei, Sashar wanted to slap his forehead.