Home...
The girl finally stirred, blinked, and her parched lips crusted with dried blood moved slightly as she uttered two words: "… Home?"
"Yes, home." Su Chaoyang quietly moved closer to her. He lifted her battered body, trembled as he slowly tightened his arms around her, holding her close to him.
The familiar scent of the man and his warm body temperature calmed Mu Xiangwan down from her feverish delirium, slowly realizing – It was indeed Su Chaoyang who had come to rescue her!!
Tears instantly welled up in her eyes, she weakly whispered in a shattered voice, "Su Chaoyang… It's you, it's you… Su Chaoyang—"
"It's me." Seeing her recognize him, Su Chaoyang became even more gentle. He gently pulled back a bit, cupped her face and stared deeply into her eyes, unable to resist calming her with a compassionate kiss.
