"You, how could you be here?" Yue Hongling swiftly withdrew her sword and listened to her own voice, surprised by the unexpected joy it contained.
She really hadn't expected that after wandering the Northern Border for so long, and finally running out of supplies and facing desperation, she thought she'd take one last shot, and if nothing came of it she'd give up and go back, but in this last attempt, she ran into Zhao Changhe.
That surprise of suddenly having support in the midst of loneliness, the feeling when the strings of her taut heart suddenly relaxed, was indescribable to outsiders.
So you've come here too... And even within this vast grassland desert, amidst countless merchant caravans, we met.
At this moment, she even forgot that other people also met here; after all, the appearance of a Great Xia merchant caravan at this juncture was too much of an "invitation for trouble." Even if others came, why did she have to bump into Zhao Changhe first, right!
