Ah!
Ye Yan screamed, already entirely embraced in an embrace.
"Let go of me, let go of me." She tried her best to bite and hit him.
"Yanyan," a familiar voice rang in her ear, "Yanyan, calm down, it's me, Fu Xingzhou."
Ye Yan opened her eyes in a daze and stared fixedly at the person in front of her.
The person holding her in his arms, letting her continually pound him, was not Li Jin.
It was the thunder that had scared her into a hallucination, making her mistake the person.
"Fu Xingzhou?" She stared incredulously at him, "You are Fu Xingzhou?"
"It's me." Fu Xingzhou took her hand and caressed his own brow and eyes, "Listen to this voice, look at this face, isn't it me?"
Under Ye Yan's fingertips were his high brow bone and nose bridge.
She liked to secretly trace them when he was asleep, muttering to herself about God's partiality in creating people.
Ye Yan cried out like a child.