"Qingzi——!!"
A voice, high-pitched and filled with uncontrollable excitement, pierced through the silence of the camp.
Duan Ling, like an arrow from a bow, dashed towards Fang Qingyu in just a few steps, completely ignoring the gazes around her.
She was only half a head shorter than Fang Qingyu, who wore flat shoes, but she had no reservations as she opened her arms, carrying the dust and blood scent, and fiercely hugged Fang Qingyu's shoulders!
"You're finally back!!!"
Her voice carried a barely noticeable tremble, a release following the sudden relaxation of tense nerves.
Fang Qingyu was slightly jolted by her sudden bear hug, pulling at the wounds on his chest and abdomen, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly but soon relaxed.
His mouth curved into a gentle arc as he raised his hand and lightly patted Duan Ling's slightly trembling back due to her excitement.
"Hmm, I'm back."
His voice was low and steady, as if he had just been on a short trip.
