The two gradually approached, and Ye Wumei caught the familiar masculine scent of Fang Bai; quivering, she stretched out her hands and gently caressed the handsome, sun-like radiant face, her palms actually feeling his warmth…
To smell his scent, to feel his warmth—this dream was too real!
"You're not dreaming, this is real!"
Fang Bai softly caught Ye Wumei's hands, bowed his head slightly, gazed into her eyes, and said softly, "I'm all right, I haven't died!"
"Wow..."
Ye Wumei was stunned for a moment and then suddenly threw herself into Fang Bai's arms, bursting into tears as they fell like rain.
At this moment, she was no longer the superstar that everyone looked up to but a fragile, tenderhearted woman.
Fang Bai opened his arms wide, pulled her into his embrace, and caressed her back with his hands, his voice warm and comforting.
