Xia Chu rushed to the door.
Standing there, with a tender guilt-ridden smile on his face and arms open to her, who could it be but Huo Xiyao?
Tears instantly blurred her eyes.
In the next second, she threw herself passionately into Huo Xiyao's arms.
She didn't care that everyone present could see them.
When she finally hugged him, the tactile sensations and warmth she felt were all too familiar.
Xia Chu knew she wasn't dreaming, that Huo Xiyao really was back, and she was holding him tightly at this moment.
Unable to control herself, she cried out, "You knew to come back... What about your promise... Did you want to kill us with anxiety?"
Huo Xiyao felt even more heartbroken and guilty.
He hugged her tight and apologized softly, "I'm sorry, my dear Bao'er, it's all my fault, I made you worry."
"I promise you, there won't be a next time!"
Xia Chu sobbed, unimpressed, "You said the same thing last time, what happened then? If I believe you again, I must be a pig!"
