Long Yutian's chest was very hard and sturdy. Every time she carelessly bumped into it like this, she would end up with a sore nose... This time, the turn was so sharp that her nose hurt terribly, and tears streamed down. She took a few steps back, holding her nose and watching him warily.
Despite the fact that Long Yutian had previously collected a lot of evidence indicating that Xia Yanxin was still alive, and that evidence had excited him, the persistent uncertainty in the bottom of his heart wouldn't subside without seeing her in person.
It wasn't until a minute ago when he saw Xia Yanxin's slender figure stepping off the bus from his car that he felt completely revitalized—like wilted vegetation flourishing at the onset of spring, his heart pounding vehemently, his breathing becoming exceptionally smooth...
