After Yang Ming left, Xiaoxiao lay there, feeling restless and anxious.
She was really worried, Yang Ming wasn't someone with great martial arts skills, just an amateur. What if he got caught by the villagers?
The more Xiaoxiao thought about it, the more scared she became, with images of being mobbed flashing through her mind.
She kept hoping that he would come back soon.
In this state of anxiety, Xiaoxiao spent nearly an hour, feeling as though each minute was an eternity.
Finally, she heard footsteps in the yard, her heart leapt with joy—could it be him returning?
She sat up quickly, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
All her nervousness and fear vanished as Xiaoxiao's eyes were fixed on the door. Finally, the door opened, and she could see Yang Ming's face in the moonlight.
Overjoyed, she jumped off the bed, didn't even bother putting on shoes, and barefoot, she threw herself into Yang Ming's arms, feeling him tightly, "Honey, you're finally back."
