"Oh my god, Lingling!"
Wang Xueqin screamed and suddenly rushed towards Zhong Lingling.
She tightly grabbed Zhong Lingling's shoulders. From a distance, one might have thought Zhong Lingling was burned; it was only upon closer inspection, seeing her head covered in soot, that Wang Xueqin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She raised her hand, gently brushed away the ash from Zhong Lingling's face and hair with her fingers, continuously patting the dust off Zhong Lingling's face. Her eyes were filled with tears, deeply gazing into Zhong Lingling's eyes, and she said, "Thank God you're safe and sound. I was scared to death. I thought I'd never see you again. I thought I had already endured the pain of losing you once and had to bear it a second time!"
