"Leng Yichen..."
Tears quickly blurred Bai Yiran's eyes, along with Leng Yichen in front of her. She quickly wiped away her tears because she wasn't sure if she was hallucinating. However, the tears would soon flood back after she wiped them away.
She simply kept wiping her eyes with both hands to make sure she could clearly see the man she had been thinking about day and night.
"Leng Yichen, is it really you? Why can't I see clearly..."
She wiped her eyes vigorously, and in the next second, fell into a familiar embrace. Leng Yichen cupped her face, tears streaming from his eyes, his voice choked, "It's me, it's me..."
Immediately, Leng Yichen's lips, filled with longing, pressed tightly against hers.
Leng Yichen's attack was not light; Old Li, being an elderly man, was left collapsed on the ground after Leng Yichen kicked him, unable to get up. His mouth was wailing, sounding pitiful.
