Chapter 375 Lost and Found

She shot forward like a cannonball, her momentum was too strong to stop.

Driven by instinct, she hastily leaped upwards, her legs firmly wrapping around the male ghost's... slender waist.

Jiang Xianwan: "...!!!"

The red veil blocked the view, but the familiar scent wafted over first.

As the three men grabbed her clothes, Jiang Xianwan, without thinking, let out a howl, grabbed his clothes, and frantically climbed upwards.

Two arms tightened around his neck, shaking and swaying him!

"Aaaaaaah! Hold me! Hold me!!!"

Yue Li and others: "...!!!"

Jiang Xianwan: "...?!!"

The whole world fell silent.

After Jiang Xianwan finished howling, her body suddenly stiffened. She rested her chin on the man's shoulder, her gaze fixed on a black dress sprinkled with gold. Her eyes were instantly fixed on the scene.

Yue Li glared at the men, then reluctantly and aggrievedly let go of the fabric in her hands.

The other friends, who had been chasing her like a dog, suddenly slammed on the brakes and collapsed, panting heavily.

Their eyes darted around, uniformly looking at this one, glancing at that one, then at another... jumping back and forth.

His face first showed a relieved expression, and he breathed a sigh of relief, before quickly switching to an excited look of watching the drama unfold.

Jiang Xianwan is not human.

In broad daylight, I dressed up as a ghost to scare them, as if my friends' lives didn't matter.

It's a good thing they played Eagle Catches Chicks for a while, otherwise they would have missed it!

but.

When were these swallowed up as well?

How could they not know?!

The situation seems to be a little complicated right now.

Looking at the two men, Ni Chang and You Ming, and Bai Yu and Lang Tai Hui, the entire flax was completely stunned.

The Underworld: "..." Is it possible that you blind people were too busy arguing when you came in?

On the other hand...

The current situation is both heartwarming and a little complicated.

Why is this child here?

The world seemed to stand still.

No one spoke at that moment.

Jiang Xianwan was stunned for a long time, her dazed gaze gradually freezing.

Until a pair of warm, jade-like fingers slowly reached out and gently lifted the red silk that obscured her vision.

As the veil was lifted inch by inch by those trembling fingertips, time seemed to stand still.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of long eyelashes that tremble gently like butterfly wings.

Then came a pair of swollen, red eyes, brimming with shimmering tears...

The moment the red silk fluttered down, it felt as if her heart had been struck hard, the pain almost making it hard to breathe.

The incredibly handsome man, whose hair should have been as black as ink, had strands of white hair growing out, as if covered in frost.

A pair of fox-like eyes, brimming with moisture, stared intently at her face, unblinking.

And in her ear, there was Fei Ling's heart-wrenching, almost incoherent murmur.

"Wanwan...is that you...?"

Jiang Xianwan's pupils trembled violently, and the whole world blurred and trembled in those fox-like eyes that were overflowing with tears.

Suppressed and broken gasps came one after another, burning her ears and nerves with their scalding heat.

In the dim light, Di Yin and Hua Buxiu tightly gripped her cheeks, their fingertips guiding two threads of spiritual energy, one red and one white, gently entwining a flowing emerald spirit pearl.

It was formed from the purest primordial power.

Inside the pearl wall, a child of about four years old was sleeping peacefully, with beautiful features, like a newly born dream.

Jiang Xianwan was stunned for a moment, then tears welled up in her eyes.

Suddenly, without any warning, she burst into tears.

Each name felt as if it had been brutally carved out of my heart.

"Wind returns to snow... Wind returns to snow..."

"Fei Ling..."

"Flowers...flowers never cease..."

"Emperor Yin..."

"Okay, okay... okay..."

The pent-up emotions burst forth like a floodgate opening when Jiang Xingxing and the four men who had appeared out of nowhere suddenly appeared in her field of vision.

She buried her face in Fei Ling's shoulder, trembling all over, and cried uncontrollably.

Through her teary eyes, the glaring strands of white hair between his dark locks and the sleeping child burned a sharp pain in her heart.

She tried several times before she could barely lift her heavy arm, her fingertips trembling as she tried to touch that strand of white silk, but Feng Huixue gently grasped it halfway and held it in her palm.

The gesture was as precious as catching a falling dewdrop. Tears welled in his eyes as he carefully and tightly pressed that fair hand against his heart.

It is hot.

It is warm.

It's true.

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, with only soft, lingering calls remaining, echoing repeatedly amidst his sobs.

"Wanwan..."

"Wanwan..."

Fei Ling let out a choked sob that sounded like both crying and laughing.

The continuous flow of red demonic energy from her fingertips toward the azure spirit pearl abruptly ceased as she entered her embrace.

His fingers gently but steadily supported her waist, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.

The voice, gentle to the extreme, was shattered by sobs, and in the end, only a name soaked in tears a thousand times remained.

"Wanwan..."

Tears welled up in Hua Buxiu and Di Yin's eyes, trembling violently like stars. Their blurred vision was fixed on the girl who seemed to have been through thick and thin, struggling back from the long river of time.

The sound of the bell was no longer a delusional echo, but rather like the resounding beat of a drum, striking heavily on the heart.

The fingertips that were channeling spiritual energy trembled uncontrollably, almost unable to maintain the spiritual thread that held them together.

They suppressed their almost frantic inner voices and greedily, frantically, traced her outline again and again.

Until that sense of reality pierced through all the unease and fear, settling heavily in my heart.

Finally, I realized that the figure in front of me was not an illusion, nor was it a figment of my imagination.

She is still alive.

She's fine.

They found Jiang Xingxing and also welcomed back Jiang Xianwan.

At this moment, all my loved ones are by my side.

Jiang Xianwan's cheeks were still wet with tears, which continued to stream down her face, soaking Fei Ling's clothes.

She was taken away by Feng Huixue.

The wind and snow swirled around that warmth that penetrated to the very soul, trembling with unease.

He lost Jiang Xingxing, he lost Jiang Xianwan, and overnight, his black hair turned white as snow.

The ecstasy of regaining what was lost was more painful than having his heart ripped out by a thousand blades, so painful that he could hardly stand.

He carefully and repeatedly confirmed her presence and her good health. The trembling of his fingertips revealed his extreme fear, which turned into an embrace that almost made him want to meld her into his very bones.

Beneath his long, misty eyelashes, the water glistened intensely, giving his alluring face an almost ferocious, obsessive quality.

Feng Huixue lowered his head, burying his tear-streaked face deep in the crook of her neck, letting out a broken sob like a dying, trapped beast.

The powerful demon emperor could no longer hold on.

"Wanwan..."

"Okay, okay..."

The brief separation felt like a knife twisting in his heart, draining him of everything, as if his entire life had been exhausted.

At that moment, before the overwhelming joy of regaining what he had lost could even surface, a piercing pain, accompanying the cry, struck him sharply in the chest, causing his back to curl up slightly.