Yin Kuang saw Tang Rouyu, and Tang Rouyu saw Yin Kuang as well. A flash of delight passed through her eyes. Before she could speak, Yin Kuang, who had been standing before her, vanished in an instant. Then she felt a pair of strong arms reach out from behind and gently wrap around her waist.
"I'm back."
Tang Rouyu naturally leaned backward into Yin Kuang's not particularly broad chest and smiled softly. "Welcome back."
A gentle warmth filled the small living room.
"It feels like it's been so long," Tang Rouyu said, turning around to stare straight at Yin Kuang. Her slender, soft arms looped around his neck. "Eighty-five days." Yin Kuang pressed his forehead against hers and gave it a little rub. "You remembered that clearly?" Tang Rouyu's lips curved upward. "I didn't deliberately count. It's just that every time I woke up, there was no one beside me." Yin Kuang lightly sucked on her soft lips and said, "I've made things hard for you."
"You know that, do you?" Tang Rouyu tapped Yin Kuang's nose with her index finger, then slipped out of his embrace. "Hehe. All right, enough of this lovey-dovey stuff. This isn't some romance drama. Come, let's sit down and talk." As she spoke, she gracefully sat on the sofa. That was just how Tang Rouyu was. Unlike Qian Qianqian, she never liked clinging to Yin Kuang. Other than occasionally showing a girlish side, she was usually highly independent and rational.
Yin Kuang sat beside her, naturally wrapping an arm around her waist.
Tang Rouyu asked, "How was it? Did you gain anything from this seclusion?" Yin Kuang rubbed his nose with his other hand and said, "Quite a lot. I fused with Long Ming's Purple Dragon Soul power, then comprehended the Law of Death.