Xiao Moli's breathing suddenly became rapid as he reached out and gently touched her cheek.
"An'an."
An Ziqi slowly opened her eyes and saw a magnified handsome face in front of her.
On Xiao Moli's usually icy face these days, there was a rare display of excitement.
An Ziqi blinked at him, wanting to get up, but found she had no strength.
She had been on the other side for more than two months, and she didn't know how much time had passed here.
Xiao Moli looked haggard, the longing in her chest finally found an outlet the moment she saw him.
She called out, "Moli."
Then reached her hands out towards him.
Xiao Moli scooped her up from the stone platform and held her tightly in his arms, away from there.
Afraid that if he didn't hold her tight enough, he would lose her again.
Even more afraid that if she stayed there, the cave would take her away again.
An Ziqi lay on his chest, held so tightly that she could hardly breathe.
