Third Young Master Jun listened but showed no excitement, only looking at him with a complex and pitying gaze.
"Lie Feng, do you think this is his grace? You're too naive."
Without saying anything more, Third Young Master Jun boarded the plane.
...
"Ah..."
When Ye Lu received the call from Third Young Master Jun, she was ecstatic to the point of madness, and the heart suspended in her throat finally settled down.
"I just knew... you, you definitely wouldn't die, you're still alive, still alive..." Standing in the garden, Ye Lu clenched the phone tightly, her voice choked up, and tears of joy fell down, dripping onto the petals and leaves.
A life-and-death parting in the forest, she escaped alone, his fate uncertain, her heart shattered.
After waiting so long, finally hearing his familiar and gentle voice, she felt there was nothing more important or joyful in this world. She thanked the heavens that in the end, they still looked after them, this pair of lovers.
