Li Xianyun's voice came to an abrupt halt.
Because the tall and powerful man had already hurried over, eagerly pulling her tightly into his embrace.
Li Xianyun was forced to stand on tiptoes, her eyes widening in surprise.
Yelu Yan held the back of his head with one hand and encircled her slender waist with the other.
He did so with such strength, as if to clamp her into his own chest.
That joy of regaining what was lost surged forth like a flood, overwhelming him to the point of losing his composure.
Zhuo Ma and Youlan exchanged a glance upon seeing this and smiled, turning their gaze away.
In the moment Youlan turned her head, her gaze met with Jinwu's head-on.
Jinwu hurriedly averted her eyes.
But Youlan furrowed her brows, finding this person somewhat strange lately.
The passing pedestrians were also startled by this scene.
If a man and woman were to embrace and cling to each other in the street like this, it would be absolutely scandalous.