He snapped back to his senses, quickly grabbing a nearby bath towel and haphazardly draping it over Jiang Yunnuan.
"What's wrong?"
Sensing something was wrong, Jiang Yunnuan opened her eyes, only to see him kneeling on one knee. Vines had pierced and bound his limbs, waist, and abdomen. His handsome face was contorted in pain, giving him a ferocious look.
"Fu Yuan…"
Jiang Yunnuan's pupils trembled and her mind went blank. With a horrified cry, she lunged toward him, but her arm was suddenly seized, and she was yanked into an embrace.
At some point, a cold and aloof figure had appeared beside her.
Yan Chen. It really was him. He was back.
His return meant he had successfully overcome his tribulation. Her days of anxiety and concern had finally led to a wonderful outcome; she should have been overjoyed.
But the scene before her washed away all joy, leaving her unable to feel happy in the slightest. All that remained was anger and panic.
