The howling sinister wind in the Wind Split Valley seemed like an ancient demon gazing heavenward, tearing the firmament, imparting an endless icy chill. Even though Pei Wanning had thrown herself into Chen Fei's embrace, she still found this scene incredible... Staring at the person bearing a guilty smile, longing day and night, Pei Wanning felt as if she were in a dream.
That face, the one she missed so much in her dreams, how many days and nights she had yearned for him, and now he had actually appeared. Pei Wanning still found it extremely unreal.
If this were a dream, an illusion, it would be too cruel.
"I'm sorry, I'm late!" Only when Chen Fei began speaking apologetically in the next second did Pei Wanning, who had thrown herself into his embrace, suddenly tremble all over.
