"My Lord, my Lord is coming out!"

"The prince is coming out!"

Whose voice rang in my ears?

In the sky full of flames, the two people were only a few feet apart.

"Phoenix Feather!"

Qing Yue shouted his name from the bottom of her throat, and could no longer control herself as she ran towards her. She stumbled as she ran, and he took two steps forward, staggering as if he was about to fall down. But the girl cried so hard and desperately, and rushed towards him and into his arms as if grasping the last ray of hope.

She hugged him tightly, as if she had used up all her life's strength.

He was knocked back two steps, his legs numb with pain, and he was about to fall down, but he gritted his teeth and held on.

"Feng Ling, Feng Ling, I thought you were dead. I thought you couldn't get out."

She seemed to be frightened, hugged his neck and cried loudly. The tears that fell on his neck hurt him more than the burns from the fire.

"Don't cry, I'm fine."

He whispered, his voice raspy, and raised his hand to hold her waist.

He had never heard her cry like this before. Because of her experience, he felt distressed and saw her cry many times, mostly silently, but heartbreakingly. Even the last time Qing Er got into trouble and she collapsed in despair, it was not as shocking as today.

"Stop crying."

He wanted to raise his hand to wipe her tears, but when he moved, his hand hurt so much that it was bloody and he was afraid of dirtying her face.

Qing Yue hugged him, and her heart, which had been empty and painful to the extreme, finally filled up bit by bit. She was still alive, Feng Ling was still alive...

After crying for an unknown amount of time, she raised her head. Her clear eyes, washed by tears, looked like broken gems. She looked at him with eyes so deep, so deep.

"Yue'er..."

He called softly, his voice hoarse.

But the next moment, she suddenly raised her feet, raised her head, and bit his lips...