She suddenly pulled away from Lu Yi and smiled at him. Her tear-swept eyes were clear and clean, with no signs of harm or sadness.
She walked behind Lu Yi and hugged him from his waist. Just like that.
Lu Yi's body tensed. His eyes were redder than he could've imagined. How could he have forgotten what Yan Huan said? That she was bled dry by Lu Qin at the age of 28?
"You saved me?" he asked. His voice was husky and nasal, which was rare to find in a man's voice.
"Yes," Yan Huan buried her face into his back. "He thought he killed you, but it was me.
I only had time to give Lei Qingyi a call. The last thing I saw was him running away as Lei Qingyi arrived."
"And after that…" Yan Huan tugged at Lu Yi's button. Actually, she didn't know what happened after that. Perhaps that was also because of that dream.
"I had a dream. And in that dream, Lu Qin was jailed, and Su Muran died. It was your work."
