Jun Ziyi vented her emotions far more directly and openly than Shao Yang had. After sprinting into Lu Feng's arms, she could no longer hold back her sobs and tears, as though all the anxiety and unease she had endured these past days had finally found release in that instant.
Her entire body went limp as she clung tightly to Lu Feng, terrified that he might disappear once more.
At that moment, she seemed to have found her pillar of support. Her chaotic, helpless heart finally settled into calm.
After a long while.
Jun Ziyi steadied her emotions and anxiously seized Lu Feng's hand. "Master, hurry and come with me to see Old Brother. Think of a way to save him."
As Lu Feng followed her forward, he suddenly felt a slight roughness against his palm. Looking down, he saw that the web between Jun Ziyi's thumb and forefinger was split open with countless wounds. They looked horrifyingly savage, clearly the result of far more than one or two cycles of tearing apart and healing.
Jun Ziyi seemed to sense something. When she turned back and caught the heartache in Lu Feng's eyes, she hurriedly withdrew the hand clutching his and instinctively hid it behind her back.
"You've grown up," Lu Feng said with a gratified smile, tears glimmering in his eyes.
If it had been the Jun Ziyi of the past, she would certainly have put on a pitiful act and shown him the wounds on her hand. Even if she did not beg him to blow on them, she would have coquettishly pestered him for new Sword Moves and sword forms, or some other method.
But now, she had learned to endure it alone and not make him worry.
Jun Ziyi's pretty face flushed. Her heart brightened, and