Checking her body herself, she rolled up her sleeves and looked at her arm, gleefully saying, "Is it whiter and more tender than before, huh?"
"Of course, of course!"
Dong Xiaoyan giggled foolishly, twirled around twice, then suddenly stopped and stood silently.
Feng Yin asked gently, "What's wrong?"
Dong Xiaoyan's eyes filled with tears, and suddenly, stamping her foot, she threw herself into Feng Yin's arms, crying aloud.
"It really has been so many years... I've missed you so much..."
Feng Yin also felt a sourness in his heart and involuntarily held Dong Xiaoyan tightly in his arms, remaining silent for a long, long time.
Just holding her tightly in his arms.
After a long while.
He finally whispered softly, "After all... we've never parted."
"Yes, yes, we never parted," sobbed Dong Xiaoyan.
Not sure what she thought of, but she cried even more heartbreakingly, gasping for breath.
Feng Yin just felt his chest quickly getting soaked, his heart filled with tenderness.
