She ran too hastily, the nocturnal mist of the dense forest was deep and thick, and a familiar figure gradually emerged from the mist before her eyes. Lin Yuan's heart trembled, but she was too late to stop, crashing headlong into that person's embrace.
The person neither evaded nor retreated, gently unfolding their arms to softly cradle her disheveled body.
"Sister Lin Yuan." The familiar cold embrace, much like the distant sea of her homeland.
Lin Yuan's eyes turned red as she tightly hugged the other's waist. The tears sliding from the corners of her eyes transformed into beautiful, glistening blue pearls, dropping with a crisp sound to the ground.
"Mountain Lord, Mountain Lord, Mountain Lord, Mountain Lord, Mountain Lord..."
She was so overwhelmed that she was incoherent, her heart filled with countless words, yet she could only clumsily call his name again and again.
