"Who are you?"
Zhao Yue asked coldly.
Jian Ruohan said urgently, "Are you Xuan Tong? Or Lin Bai?"
Yin Jiuling's expression was calm, his eyes utterly lifeless, but Lin Bai could still tell that Yin Jiuling was desperately waiting for his answer.
"It's me." Lin Bai replied wearily.
Although Lin Bai had not said, "I'm Lin Bai," those simple words—"It's me"—were like a reassurance pill for the three of them. That tone, that voice, that familiar feeling told the three of them... Lin Bai was back!
Tears slid down Jian Ruohan's cheeks. The icy aura turned them into beads of ice that shattered upon hitting the ground.
She stepped forward and threw herself into Lin Bai's arms. She did not care whether the icy aura around her would hurt him. At that moment, she only wanted to hold him.
"Do you know that when you sent us your farewell, we all thought you were dead?"
"Do you know how worried we were about you?"
Jian Ruohan's trembling, tear-choked voice echoed beside Lin Bai's ears.
In the distance, the stern and solemn expression on Zhao Yue's face also softened. A trace of joy had just appeared in her eyes, but the instant she saw Jian Ruohan throw herself into Lin Bai's arms, it gradually dimmed. Her expression turned cold as she let out a long breath and looked toward the horizon.
Yin Jiuling remained calm, a faint smile appearing at the corners of his lips.
With Jian Ruohan in his arms, the icy aura almost froze the blood flowing through Lin Bai's body. Even so, Lin Bai still hugged her and said guiltily, "I'm sorry for making you worry."
Jian Ruohan stopped crying. After emerging from Lin Bai's embrace, she said seriously, "From now on, no matter where you go, I'll