Compared to before, his physique had become more robust, with a torrent of blood and energy within him, yet his face remained strikingly handsome.
He stepped out from the Dead Sea, standing before Xiaoyu.
She was a bit dazed, her expression vacant, thinking it was only a dream.
Because she had had many such dreams.
Then she reached out her delicate hand, touching Chen Pingping's cheek, feeling warmth, her heart suddenly jolting, her eyes widening greatly.
"Senior brother?" Her voice trembled once more.
"It's me!" Chen Pingping felt a bit of heartache, and directly embraced her.
The wait had been too long.
Through wind and rain, her face had become quite haggard, her eyes cloudy, no longer the spirited girl she once was.
Wuuu!
Guang Xiaoyu sobbed quietly, half her face resting on his chest, feeling the warmth and heartbeat from him, recalling her anxiety and waiting during this time.
At this moment, all her longing and countless words flowed silently.
