The familiar magnetic voice floated into Su Li's ears with the cool breeze, leaving her somewhat dazed.
That voice...
Su Li suddenly turned her head, her long hair swinging with the wind almost hitting her face! Her tear-filled eyes abruptly crashed into those smiling ones.
Su Li's nose tingled, and she threw herself at him, her hands already wrapped around his neck.
Caught off guard, Feng Huaijin found himself sitting on the ground as she pounced on him. Instinctively, he hooked her waist with his hand, listening to her cry uncontrollably as she hugged his neck. The scalding tears flowed down his neck and slipped into his collar, soaking his shirt.
Su Li's petite body trembled lightly as she cried, clutching his neck tightly and choking out, "I thought you were really dead."
In that moment, her mind went blank, and she was at a loss, not knowing what to do.
She had never considered what she would do if Feng Huaijin were dead.
