Ye Yiyi, who was sitting on the Seven-colored Stone, suddenly heard this familiar voice and was so shaken that she hurriedly opened her eyes.
Turning her head to look toward the entrance of the valley, the visage both familiar and strange filled her with such excitement that her delicate body trembled. It was unclear where the strength came from, but her seriously injured body abruptly stood up and she ran toward the entrance of the valley.
"Senior Brother!"
Her complexion was pale, and her originally flawless white face now had an added touch of unhealthy pallor.
Her voice trembled, and Chen Nan's heart ached to see her staggering body.
After eight years of separation, his little junior sister had grown up, no longer the little girl from those years past, but those captivating eyes still held the same tenderness as before.
Seeing her fragile body sway, Chen Nan quickened his pace, wanting to rush forward and hold her in his arms.
