Mo Heng saw her running towards him, his heart skipping a beat; he dismounted and opened his arms wide, embracing her tightly, "Qinqin..." His heart, with its empty space, was filled entirely by her in an instant.
Enveloped so tightly in his arms, Pei Qin suddenly felt a sourness around her eyes and an inexplicable sense of grievance welling up inside her, clinging tightly onto him.
Feeling a warmth against his chest, Mo Heng loosened his hold, "Qinqin? Are you injured anywhere?"
"No," Pei Qin replied in a muffled voice, shaking her head.
Mo Heng lifted her face, seeing her swollen, watery eyes, his heart ached as he held her tighter, "I am late! I am sorry! I am so sorry, Qinqin!"
Pei Qin sniffled, "Stop holding me, there are so many people!"
Looking up and noticing the subtle and curious glances from the combatants, Mo Heng knew this was not the time; he reluctantly let go of her, "Just wait for me a moment."