Ling Fan's sudden shout, like a pebble thrown into a tranquil lake, instantly ripples the surface.
On the stage, Yun Fei felt a moment of trance, hardly daring to believe her own ears. That thunderous shout, like the sound of heavenly music, was so familiar, so longed for—the voice she had desperately yearned for.
"Ling Fan? No, husband... is that you?" Yun Fei murmured to herself, slowly turning her head.
Li Mengying's eyes, no longer able to hold back the tears, brimmed over as she looked towards the figure that had appeared countless times in her dreams.
"He really came, at the critical moment of danger, like a Heavenly God descending from the sky!" A glimmer of hope shone in Li Mengying's eyes, her expression finally showing spirit.
"Brother-in-law is here?" Feng Qiang suddenly choked up, like a bullied child who has seen their parent.
