Fei Jin, however, was already on high alert.
He gripped the dagger in his hand, his knuckles white. His body sank slightly, ready to counterattack at any moment.
The moonlight washed over the scene.
A familiar figure emerged from behind the broken wall, their steps hesitant yet firm.
Song Qingya saw him too. Her eyes instantly reddened, and her nose tingled.
Her lips trembled slightly, but she fought back the urge to cry out loud.
Fei Jin strode forward and pulled her into his arms.
"Qingya? How did you find this place?"
Song Qingya was held so tightly her chest felt constricted, making it hard to breathe, but she didn't struggle.
Instead, she quietly closed her eyes, her hands subconsciously wrapping around his waist.
At that moment, she finally felt at ease.
"Do you have any idea how much you scared me?"
Her voice was choked with sobs. "Everyone back home is going crazy with worry!"
