Murong Mian's voice was hoarse. He hugged Ji Mianmian tightly and called out her name unconsciously.
This was a feeling that he could not control or stop. This name was like a brand in his heart. His faith existed in his blood and in his body.
Ji Mianmian was lying on Murong Mian's chest. She reached out and hugged him.
His body was so hot that his bones could hurt people.
Ji Mianmian's face was pressed against Murong Mian's chest. Her face was burning from the heat of his body. Her tears seemed to evaporate the moment they fell on him. She choked,""I've always been waiting for you, I've always been here ..."
She had never left. Whether it was her person or her heart, she had always been here and had never gone far.
Ji Mianmian's vision was a blur, and her heart was filled with joy.
She knew that the person she was waiting for had returned.
