Xu Jixin suddenly stood up and walked warily toward the door: "Who is it?"
No one answered; only the knocking continued persistently.
Xu Jixin pulled open the small wooden door, and the scene outside made him pause in surprise.
A tall man stood in the moonlight, his clothes covered in dust, his face showing unconcealed haggardness and exhaustion, his eyes sunken, and a stubble of green on his chin. He had clearly traveled a long way, covered in dust, yet his strong and resolute appearance was still evident.
It is Xiao Wuxin.
Everyone present was stunned, except for Cheng Muyun, who remained calm. It was Cheng Muyun who had brought Xiao Wuxin here.
The moment Xu Zhuohua saw who it was, all the strength seemed to drain from her body.
Looking into Xiao Wuxin's anxious and resolute eyes, and then glancing back at Cheng Muyun's calm and composed profile, she felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard to breathe.
She understood everything.
Cheng Muyun's choice had its answer written from the very beginning.
Xiao Wuxin's gaze passed over Xu Jixin and landed directly on Cheng Muyun. His Adam's apple bobbed twice, and his voice was as hoarse as parched land: "Muyun, I'm here."
Cheng Muyun slowly stood up. He looked at Xiao Wuxin, his eyes showing no surprise, only a calm acceptance of the situation: "You must be tired from the journey."
Xu Zhuohua's nails dug deeply into her palms, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.
She watched Cheng Muyun turn around and walk towards her, each step feeling like it was treading on her heart.
He bent down and gently tidied her wind-blown hair. His fingertips were still warm, but the tenderness in his eyes carried a heartbreaking lingering affection.
"I'm the one who called Zepeng here."
Xu Zhuohua opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was blocked with scalding sand, and he couldn't utter a single word.
The night wind suddenly picked up, making the delicate pink flowers on the flower stand tremble, and the sunflower seed shells scattered on the ground were blown around by the wind, as if they were crying for someone.
The heat in the wind had long since dissipated, leaving only a bone-chilling coolness that seeped into my heart little by little, freezing all sounds.
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