Before she could speak, she was already sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.
The fear and despair she had felt over the past few days were all released at this moment.
No one knew what she had been through during these days, how painful and desperate it was, but all of it vanished into thin air the moment she saw him.
Tong Yan rarely cried; she was always invincible and strong in front of others. But in front of Bo Yimo, she was like a real girl — coquettish, fragile, crying when she wanted to cry, laughing when she wanted to laugh, so free and unrestrained.
For a moment, the atmosphere was quiet.
The coldness and murderous aura that Bo Yimo carried from the battlefield instantly disappeared, turning soft. He hugged her back, lowered his head, his lips gently touched her hair, and his voice was filled with tenderness and affection, "Baby, I'm here."
Sorry for making you worried.
Those words immediately calmed Tong Yan's heart, and she was about to speak.
