"Xiaoyi, it's me!" Zhang Song felt Dongfang Yi's killing intent and could not help but shout at her.
"Zhang Song, is that you?" When Dongfang Yi heard the familiar voice, the vigilance of her whole body suddenly relaxed. She collapsed on the ground, and cold sweat broke out from her back.
"It's me!" Zhang Song walked up to Dongfang Yi. By the faint light of the night sky, Dongfang Yi finally saw Zhang Song's face clearly. For a time, various emotions rushed to Zhang Song's heart like overturned bottles. Dongfang Yi threw himself into Zhang Song's arms and sobbed heavily, letting the aggrieved tears fall on Zhang Song's shoulders.
"Zhang Song, I thought you abandoned me and left me alone." Dongfang Yi cried sadly.
Zhang Song held Dongfang Yi and patted her on the shoulder comfortingly.
