He who leaves her at her wit's end

Seeing the two approaching, Wen Xiangyang smiled and walked over, saying: "I just stepped out for a bit. Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

Having said that, Wen Xiangyang turned to Yan Xin, examining her thoroughly from head to toe.

Once she was sure Yan Xin was okay, her voice choked up, and she hugged her tightly: "Xiao Xin, I'm glad you're fine. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have been kidnapped by Lin Hao and Chen Yunxi."

Yan Xin shook her head and held Wen Xiangyang back: "No, Xiangyang. It's my fault. I was foolish not to ask clearly before I rushed off, to think I dragged you into this. Fortunately, you managed to call my brother. He arrived on time, or else if anything happened to you, I could never forgive myself."

The two survivors of the ordeal clung tightly to each other, on the verge of bursting into tears.

"Stupid Xiao Xin." Wen Xiangyang held back her tears but couldn't help but curse.