Ya Fei Throws Herself into His Arms in the Street, Sending the Imperial Capital into an Uproar!

The two chatted about a few inconsequential things as they walked.

When they reached the steps at the main entrance, Ya Fei was just about to say goodbye.

Her gaze happened to sweep across the street in front of them.

Then her entire body froze.

Across the street, a young man in a grayish-white robe was walking toward them. Beside him was a purple-haired girl in a white dress, curiously looking around.

Ya Fei would have recognized that young man's outline even with her eyes closed. He was thinner than before, and a little taller.

But that way of walking, that habit of tilting his head slightly when looking at people—it was exactly the same.

Lu Heng saw Ya Fei as well. Standing below the steps, he looked up and smiled.

"Ya Fei, I'm back."

Ya Fei's nose stung, and her eyes instantly reddened. Lifting her skirt, she rushed down the steps, forgetting all about appearances and propriety. After only a few strides, she reached Lu Heng and threw her arms around him.

"Little Brother Lu Heng..."

Her voice trembled.

Lu Heng wrapped an arm around her waist and patted her back. Ya Fei was even thinner than before; her waist was so slender that he could circle it with one arm.

"Don't cry. Aren't I perfectly fine?"

"Who's crying?!" Ya Fei buried her face in his shoulder and retorted in a muffled voice, but her shoulders shook violently.

Lu Heng said nothing more and simply let her hold him.

Xiao Yi Xian stood quietly to the side without interrupting. She knew what Ya Fei meant to Lu Heng.

Nalan Yanran, standing on the steps, was completely stunned.

She recognized Lu Heng first!

Two years ago, when she had gone to Wutan City to break off her engagement with the