Fu Xingzhou strode over, standing silently beyond the veil of rain and gazing at her, while Ye Yan lifted her head from the bend of her knees, her eyes, blurred by the deluge, revealing a flash of surprise before quickly becoming shrouded by the rain.
Thunder roared fiercely into being.
Fu Xingzhou extended his hand, Ye Yan stood up, and crashed into his embrace.
She must have been truly terrified, the force of the collision causing a dull ache in his chest, but he didn't care about that, instead holding her even tighter.
At this moment, neither Lin Yihang nor any past first loves could compare to the sense of solidity that her delicate form brought to his arms.
The emptiness of these past days was finally filled, the coldness of his emotions finally beginning to warm,
and the reason he had been preoccupied despite reveling in a loud and flashy lifestyle every day was because of her.
