Xu Huan felt a blur before her eyes, and in a flash, Sang Wanyu had darted toward the couple like a gust of wind. She gripped the man’s arm tightly, her fingertips turning white from the pressure, her eyes swirling with an almost manic intensity of excitement and joy.
"Thank god, Brother! You’re alive!" Her voice was trembling uncontrollably, like a drowning person finally clutching a piece of driftwood.
The man frowned, his gaze landing on her with an expression of cold, detached unfamiliarity as he pulled his arm away without a trace of hesitation. The girl beside him immediately bristled, shoving Sang Wanyu aside and standing in front of the man like a protective little beast. "Who are you?! Why are you laying your hands on my fiancé?"
Chapter 118