The road home, sometimes far, sometimes near.
After spending a whole half-day on the bus, Yang Fan finally arrived at Xinghai City by dusk.
He had called ahead, and as soon as he stepped out of the bus station, he saw Murong Yan watching him from not far away.
It was as if a dormant skill suddenly erupted, and Murong Yan ran over as fast as she could.
She gave Yang Fan a big hug, clasping his shoulders tightly, unwilling to let go.
"I'm sorry, I left in such a hurry and didn't say anything to you."
Yang Fan felt quite guilty for making her worry for so long.
Murong Yan said nothing, just held him like that.
It wasn't until after five or six minutes that Murong Yan let go of Yang Fan, and they both got into the car.
In the car, Murong Yan finally asked him about what happened outside.
