Feng Yun!
Feng Mei's breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, the noise of the crowd, and the world itself seemed to fade away.
Her eyes locked onto him, and everything else became a blur.
He stood with a calm demeanor, his sharp features framed by the gathered participants and clan elders.
His posture was confident, yet there was an air of quiet contemplation about him, as though he was waiting for something—or someone.
It had been far too long and she had missed him so much, every day!
Feng Mei's pulse quickened.
She had thought of him every day over the past two years, wondering what he was doing, wondering if he had eaten, and whether he was well or not.
At the same time, Feng Yun also caught sight of her and stared at her.
Two years!
It has been two years, short for some and very long for others.