At this time, several more figures rushed over from the crowd.
They stood in front of Wharton.
There were Wharton's roommates in the boy's dormitory 404 - Mill, Strong, and Matthew. The three of them looked at Wharton with surprise on their faces.
And Russell, the teacher fire magic, his long white beard was trembling when he saw Wharton.
A soft body, with a faint smell of good smell, jumped directly into Wharton's arms and embraced him forcefully.
It was Emily!
She didn't care whether she was in public or not.
She hugged Wharton tightly, crying and laughing.
"That's good, Walden, that's good. Are you alive? Yes, you're warm. You're alive. Why didn't you come back sooner? You don't know, I cry so hard I can't sleep every night."
It seemed that Emily really couldn't control her emotions.
It was impossible for her to be so bold and open in front of so many people since she was the daughter of a count.