Suddenly, at this very moment, Huyan Yichen acted like a drowning man clutching at the final straw. He spun around, threw his arms around Feng Wu, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and burst into another loud howl, crying, "Little sister, oh, little sister..."
Feng Wu: "..."
This young man was a creature of true emotion—he laughed when he felt like laughing and cried when he felt like crying, hiding nothing of his raw nature. There was a guileless, endearing quality to him.
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