The light pierced through the rain and fog, casting its glow on the person before it, her body covered in rain-soaked mud, yet glimmering in the light as if sparkling.
"Zimo!"
She called his name, her voice brimming with joy.
It was her!
Leng Zimo's heart surged with elation. Dropping the mud he held in his hands, he strode toward her.
"Zi..."
Her foot slipped, and Luo Xiaoqian fell with a splash into the muddy water, but she quickly got back to her feet and continued rushing towards him. Reaching him, she didn't think twice before throwing her arms around him, tightly embracing his waist.
Wrapping his arms around the damp and cold person in his embrace, Leng Zimo held her tightly.
