Qingsi looked in disbelief at the young man who was drenched in sweat.
Yue tingfeng's body was dripping wet. He had become much darker, but he seemed to have grown a lot taller.
At this time, the weather outside was still cold. After all, the winter was not over yet. The cold rain drenched his thick cotton-padded clothes. Yue tingfeng had only stood in the room for a short while, but there were already puddles of water under his feet.
Yue tingfeng reached out to stroke her hair, but when he saw that his hands were still wet from the cold rain, he put his hands down.
"Yes, I'm back," he said with a smile.
He was finally back. Yue tingfeng was more relaxed than ever.
He was the first to complete his mission. After he had done so, Yue tingfeng did not want anything other than to go home. Immediately, immediately, and not a second more.
And so, he returned.
