Lin Qingzhu's Grievance
Editor: Henyee Translations
Ye Qiu's call instantly lit up three rays of light.
In less than a moment, a figure was the first to run out of the training hall. Her white figure danced in the moonlight. There was joy hidden under her beautiful face, but her face was a little more haggard.
"Master!" Lin Qingzhu called out softly in a trembling voice. When she saw that familiar figure again, the tears in the corners of her eyes could no longer be suppressed.
The accumulation of many years had already made her unable to breathe.
Ye Qiu looked at the helpless figure in a daze. He already had an ominous feeling. Just as he was about to ask, he heard an excited call. A small figure flew into Ye Qiu's arms. "Ah… Master, I missed you so much."
There was no doubt that only Linglong could do such a thing. The moment she ran, she rushed into Ye Qiu's arms like a cannonball.