Just when Ouyang Feiting stepped into the Ghost Gate, she narrowly escaped death, suddenly finding herself embraced by a strong and warm arm, as if she had moved from Hell to Heaven.
This familiar feeling in the arm immediately made Ouyang Feiting realize that the person holding her was her beloved one whom she longed for day and night.
The happiness arrived too suddenly. Ouyang Feiting leaned against Wang Yan's firm chest, feeling the familiar and tense chest muscles, and couldn't help but burst into tears like rain beating pear blossoms.
Wang Yan held Ouyang Feiting in his arms, gently stroking her back and softly comforting her.
In ordinary times, just a few soft words from Wang Yan would make Ouyang Feiting slowly stop crying. But this time, no matter how Wang Yan comforted her, Ouyang Feiting cried even more fiercely.
Wang Yan, puzzled, quickly looked around.
