The well-known nickname brought a warmth to Shi Lingyan's eyes, and his throat choked up.
It was her.
She admitted it.
She looked at him, the eyes beneath the mask, dark pupils shimmering brightly under the noon sun.
These two characters carried a subtle tremor, Shi Mei walked toward him, step by step.
Shi Lingyan was almost intoxicated by these two words and involuntarily walked towards her.
The closer he got, the more he noticed something was off with her emotions.
Those dark eyes were unusually bright.
Was she crying?
Something clenched Shi Lingyan's heart as he quickly approached and asked, "Are you hurt? Where does it hurt?"
As Shi Lingyan spoke, he had already quickly checked her body.
Apart from her hands being covered in fresh blood, she was unhurt elsewhere.
Relief washed over Shi Lingyan, and he tightly hugged her, his arms firmly encircling her, his excitement barely containable, "It's good you're okay, it's good."
