Surrounding them, silence descended like a chilling cicada.
The sight of those two figures embracing each other captivated everyone's gaze, and the breaths of all present involuntarily halted, their expressions varying.
There was even a hint of sourness.
Was this still the same composed and ruthless Fifth Master?
The Li family patriarch watched his son's back, his face ashen.
In the face of the public, what manner of conduct was this between the two of them?
It was simply outrageous.
"Li Mochan, I can hardly breathe," the person in his arms murmured.
Li Mochan loosened his grip slightly, but still held her tightly, his lips against her ear, "Why did you leave me again, why didn't you tell me when you came back?"
His magnetic voice was low and dark, the tone full of grievance and reproach.
In the end, his first concern was whether she was hurt, "Did you get injured anywhere?"
