"Jiang Qingchen! How did you get here?"
Seeing the light amidst the darkness, Muxia finally couldn't hold back. She threw herself into his arms and clung to him tightly.
It seemed like the warmest and safest harbor.
Her voice was choked with sobs, and her body trembled lightly.
"It's all right, it's all right," Jiang Qingchen comforted her, stroking her head.
Muxia buried her face deeper, breathing in his warm scent, her heart melting into a soft puddle.
He always did this, appearing when she needed him the most.
Seeing her cling to him like a kitten, Jiang Qingchen felt moved and delighted, yet also worried, "Muxia, I am all wet from the rain, I don't want to dirty you."
Upon hearing this, Muxia abruptly released him. It wasn't for fear of getting dirty herself, but because, "Are you stupid? With such heavy rain, what are you doing here!"
He was soaked through, with rainwater dripping down his hair and fingertips drop by drop.
