Running swiftly through the dense thickets on the island...
Only after coming out of the factory did I realize that it had started to drizzle outside.
'Whoosh.'
'Whoosh.'
'Whoosh.'
Xiaofan moved with a sharp and swift body technique, weaving through every large tree that blocked her path.
She, must be anxious by now.
"Leng Yue..."
A soft whisper, as light as a drop of water.
"Hmm, I'm here."
In the darkness, a clear and pleasant voice came through.
Within the voice, there was joy and comfort, along with reassurance...
Seeing Xiaofan return again, a faint smile appeared on Leng Yue's cheeks.
There was no flaw, no excessive words; waiting is painful, especially that kind of inexplicable, ignorant waiting.
So, she hugged him tightly, letting her previously worried and fearful heart find greater comfort.
"You must have been anxious."
"No."
"Are you cold?"
"Alright..."
