The cold winter sky had long darkened into a deep, starlit night. Inside the warm house, Su Qinglan was just about to crawl into bed, feeling a bit worried. Xuan Long had been missing for the entire day without a single word. But just as she was pulling the heavy blankets up, the heavy front door clicked open.
Hearing the commotion, Su Qinglan happily threw off the blanket and rushed outside into the living room. Her face lit up with a bright, relieved smile. An Mo was back. She was truly happy that An Mo was back safe and sound.
It seemed he had returned alongside Xuan Long. But the moment Su Qinglan's eyes landed on An Mo, she completely froze, her jaw nearly dropping to the floor.
The tall man standing in the doorway was wrapped entirely in thick, heavy bandages and warm furs from head to toe. Not a single inch of his skin was visible.
