Day was breaking.
The drenched Lin Fan finally returned to his room.
Still curled up on the floor, clutching the talisman tightly, Yang Linglong looked at her beloved with tearful eyes.
But she dared not move, because Lin Fan had told her not to come near.
"It's all right now,"
The pitiful look in her eyes melted Lin Fan's heart.
He smiled and nodded at her.
Yang Linglong immediately rushed into his arms like the wind.
"Are you all right? I was so scared... You can't be hurt... otherwise, I won't live either!"
Holding Lin Fan's neck tightly, Yang Linglong cried out loud.
These few hours felt longer than days for her.
All kinds of thoughts echoed in her mind.
She almost scared herself to death.
"Don't worry, it was just some minor issues, nothing serious. Look, I'm standing here just fine,"
Lin Fan said carelessly, while holding Yang Linglong's delicate body.
But only he knew how terrifying it was to fight against that voice in the depths of his heart.
