Fengyu wept with joy, her tears falling more fiercely. She threw herself into Xie Xun's embrace and sobbed bitterly. Xie Xun was startled, suddenly enveloped by delicate warmth and fragrance. The Third Miss's tears soaked his chest, and an indescribable ache stirred within him. Perhaps the bond of their souls was to blame—he could feel Fengyu's precarious relief at surviving calamity.
Xie Xun scooped Fengyu up horizontally and said in a low voice, "Feiying, clean up the aftermath!"
"Yes!"
