"Lou Cheng wins!"
Hearing the referee's declaration and watching Meng Jiefeng falling, Yan Zheke forgot all her reservations and worries. She hastily stood up, waving and subconsciously yelling with a flushed face.
Earlier in the match, her heartbeat was violent as her worries and tension piled up. She felt as if her boyfriend was being forced to walk along a dangerous edge, possibly failing with every move he made.
Now that the triumph came like the first sign of the dawn, all her suppressed emotions erupted as if they were driven by Force Concentration.
Cheng won!
Cheng won!
There was a mixture of relief, ecstasy, pride, and excitement circling in her mind like a storm. That feeling lasted for a long time.
