Wen Nanxi and the others heard the noise and looked towards the door.
When they saw Su Muyao's figure, Wen Nanxi's eyes reddened.
Like a fleeting shadow, Wen Nanxi stood in front of Su Muyao.
He examined her closely, ensuring she was unharmed.
No one knew how much he had missed her these past few days.
She had always been by his side, so perhaps he lacked a deep understanding of the feeling of longing.
But in these few days, he realized how torturous it is to miss someone.
He was even more afraid she wouldn't come back.
The feeling of being worried sick was too painful.
He was going crazy.
Wen Nanxi's gentle eyes locked onto Su Muyao's face, and he whispered hoarsely, "It's good that you're back!"
As long as she came back!
From now on, he wouldn't let her leave his side no matter what.
He couldn't stand these days without seeing her.
Wen Nanxi embraced her, ignoring the others present, burying his head in her neck, absorbing the fragrant scent from her.
