"You bastard, why did you deceive me? Made me think you were dead, worried me death!" On the back of the Skysea Green Bird, Pan Muxiang ignored Xu Linglan, who was being supported by Ye Haochuan, and threw herself into Ye Haochuan's arms with a sob in her voice.
Ye Haochuan, for the first time, did not push Pan Muxiang away but instead held her tightly in his arms.
"You fool, even if I were dead, you shouldn't have done such a foolish thing!"
Ever since he heard that Pan Muxiang had ventured into the Holy See alone for him, Ye Haochuan developed a special feeling for Pan Muxiang.
All along, his women were all as beautiful as flowers, so when he saw Pan Muxiang's appearance, he subconsciously felt a disparity in his heart and avoided Pan Muxiang.
But this time, he fully felt Pan Muxiang's affection, and he was very moved and guilty. In his eyes now, there was no concern for Pan Muxiang's looks, only her sincere heart.
