Her voice was filled with sorrow, kicking and hitting him, desperate to break free from his restraints.
Yet he immediately recognized her voice, even her movements were so familiar—it was his Xingyu! His Xingyu was back!
Lu Shifeng was so excited that his hands trembled slightly, holding onto her tightly as he said, "Xingyu, is it really you! You're not dead? You escaped from that fire four years ago?"
Four years!
Four years of agonizing pain, torment, regret, countless sleepless nights...
He was willing to pay any price to bring her back to life, to once again hear her softly call him Lu Shifeng with a radiant smile. Did heaven hear his wish and send her back to him?
He held her tightly in his arms, ignoring her struggles, as if holding a priceless treasure regained.
"Xingyu, Xingyu, Xingyu..." he murmured, his voice hoarse and uncontrollable.
