Xu Huan only felt a blur before her eyes, and Sang Wanyu's figure had already swept toward the couple like a gust of wind.
She gripped the man's arm tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force, while her eyes welled up with an intensity bordering on frantic excitement and joy.
"Great, Older Brother, you're still alive!" Her voice trembled beyond recognition, like a drowning person finally grasping a piece of driftwood.
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