Su Zhijun's sobs lasted for a long time, and Bai Yan did not say anything during this time. He just hugged her, gently patting her back, letting her feel his presence.
Bai Yan had been gone for ten thousand years, and Su Zhijun was indeed lacking a sense of security.
Ten thousand years, for any monk, is an extremely long period of time.
And during these ten thousand years, Su Zhijun had more than once received news that might be about Bai Yan, but they all turned out to be incorrect.
Until today, when Bai Yan stood in front of her, Su Zhijun looked at the man she was so familiar with and infatuated with, only to realize that ten thousand years had indeed passed.
Su Zhijun's feelings for Bai Yan were more intense than anyone else's; otherwise, she couldn't have spent those ten thousand years in solitude, waiting for Bai Yan's return.
Su Zhijun's sobbing finally gradually stopped, and a tender smile appeared on her lips.
