"Hold me tight." Huangfu Qingjue's voice suddenly came from beside her ear before he grabbed her hand.
Ling Chuxi didn't think too much and held onto his hand tightly. The warmth of his hand in hers gave Ling Chuxi heart an exceptional feeling of peace.
The light and shadow danced around in front of her. Under Huangfu Qingjue's lead, Ling Chuxi felt that she had moved further away from the turbulence. Although she was still unable to get rid of the vortex, the whistling of the turbulence in her ear was clearly much weaker.
Her body sank and she finally came to a stop. However, Ling Chuxi did not feel like she was on solid ground. She turned her head and found herself in Huangfu Qingjue's arms.
Huangfu Qingjue had returned to his original appearance. He stood tall and handsome with his silver hair cascaded down. Although he looked a little tired, he still appeared relaxed and calm. His gaze towards her was gentle yet concerned.