Ye Xuan was furious and was about to rush home to have a good talk with Lin Tong.
However, just as he lifted his foot.
A captivating and familiar scent wafted over, and before Ye Xuan could react, a petite, soft, fragrant body slipped into his arms and tightly held him without saying a word.
Ye Xuan was stunned.
Suddenly, his heart, as solid as a rock, melted like a puddle of water.
The woman buried her head in his chest, revealing only a head of glossy black hair, but Ye Xuan knew it was Lin Tong.
Her scent, her warmth, her everything were all intimately familiar to him, etched in his memory.
She had come.
Not only had she come, but she had also found him in the crowd before he discovered her, and offered him this simplest yet most meaningful gift.
An embrace.
A proactive embrace.
This initiative was very unlike Lin Tong's character and made Ye Xuan deeply realize how much worry and anxiety he had caused her in those days of being on the battlefield.
Sigh!
