Yan Qianyi led Mu Yunlie by the hand toward the car.
Their fingers interlocked tightly, as each just wanted to hold on to the other's hand and never let go.
Pei Yuexuan followed behind them, a relieved smile on his pale face.
At last, the storm had passed, and clear skies prevailed.
Inside the car, Yan Yao saw Mu Yunlie, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly felt overwhelmingly tired.
These past few days, he had been on edge; now, the release of tension made his body finally feel fatigued.
Yan Yao exclaimed with a sigh, "Ah Lie, it's a great fortune you're safe and sound; otherwise, I truly don't know how I would face Qianyi."
Mu Yunlie glanced at Yan Qianyi, who was close by his side, "I made you worry."
Yan Qianyi leaned happily on his shoulder, "As long as you're okay, it's said that after a great disaster comes great fortune!"
Yan Yao nodded and asked, "What about your Commander? Why didn't he come along?"
