The night sky was piled up with a dense layer of clouds, obscuring the moon and leaving not a single starlight visible.
Hua Xiaomai leapt into Meng Yuhuai's arms without a thought, grabbing his shoulders tightly and cradling his neck. She freed one hand to turn his face toward her for a close inspection. Her eyes curved into a smile, and she chuckled, pressing her cheek firmly against his neck.
Her pounce used all the strength she had, and though Meng Yuhuai was tall and strong, he was still rocked backward by the impact. He hurriedly steadied himself, lifting her slightly as he did so, his smile carrying a hint of amusement as he patted her back.