With anxiety burning in her heart, Ye Hua swiftly swung down from her horse and raced toward Ying Ming Hao as though the wind had sprung beneath her feet.
At that moment, she cared nothing for her composure or appearance. The tears brimming in her eyes spilled freely like a flood bursting through its banks, scattering through the air like crystal-clear raindrops.
At the sight of her, a smile brighter and more dazzling than sunshine bloomed across Ying Ming Hao's face.
Without hesitation, he spread his right arm like an eagle unfurling its wing and swept the charging Ye Hua tightly into his embrace.
His broad, powerful arm seemed capable of shielding her from every storm in the world, offering her boundless warmth and shelter.
Held in such a fierce embrace by Ying Ming Hao, Ye Hua could no longer contain the surging tide of emotion within her and burst into loud sobs.
She cried as though her heart were being torn apart and her very insides rent to pieces, yet she could not utter a single complete sentence.
All the hurt and bitterness filling her heart poured forth like an endless, raging river.
So she simply buried her head deep against Ying Ming Hao's broad, solid chest, nuzzling desperately like a child as she tried to find a shred of comfort.
Meanwhile, the adorable Little Chicken Kun came racing over on its short little legs. But upon discovering there was no room left for it, it anxiously began circling Ying Ming Hao, clucking away as though urging its master to notice it.
With his left arm around Ye Hua, who nestled against him like a little bird, and his right arm sheltering the sweet, gentle Huang Rong, Ying Ming Hao savored this rare moment of warmth.
Before long,