Throwing away the scumbag, he entered the old house, in the center of the main hall, a woman sat with her back to him.
Even without seeing her face, Nie Mingfeng knew who it was. He ran up without hesitation and tightly embraced Su Ling from behind, using so much force that his left hand's wound started bleeding.
Yet, he seemed to feel nothing; he just deeply, deeply inhaled at her neck and then slowly exhaled, "Su Ling, I found you, I finally found you..."
He never knew he could be this afraid, or perhaps, Nie Mingfeng never imagined there would be a day when he would be so scared.
Even though, in front of outsiders, he always appeared indifferent or uncaring, in truth, his heart was trembling in his chest.
Finally, he held her tightly, finally, he could feel the normal warmth of her body. It took him a long time to exhale a deep breath.
Then, releasing her, he walked around the chair and asked, "How are you? Are you hurt? Does anything hurt? Tell me."
