The knife hadn't touched the intruder yet when her wrist was seized, pinned tightly above her head.
Immediately, a familiar voice sounded by her ear.
"Sisi, it's me..."
Jian Si trembled all over, unable to believe what she heard, for a moment thinking she was hallucinating from excessive longing.
She squinted her eyes to a slit.
The man stood with his back to the moonlight, his true appearance obscured.
But even if she could only see a facial outline, she was certain—it was Lu Youting.
The man she missed day and night.
He really came.
He came to see her.
Tears instantly filled her eyes.
Her voice was hoarse and trembling, tinged with a sob.
"Lu Youting, is it you?"
Lu Youting gave a gentle smile, releasing her wrist, softly tucking her disheveled hair behind her ear, kissing her forehead.
"Yes, it's me! I've come!"
Endless joy filled his chest.
Jian Si excitedly hugged his neck, her body pressed against his.