He Yingdong's actions today were very appropriate, without a hint of aggression.
Anthony scanned his face, full of confusion.
"What do you mean? Who?"
"The person you most want to see! Why don't you go and see for yourself?"
He Yingdong faintly curled his lips, with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.
Anthony stood there, puzzled for a while.
Finally, he turned and walked out.
At the church entrance, stood a young woman, dressed in white, with long hair blown into disarray by the wind.
When he looked at her, she was looking at him.
After a moment's gaze, he excitedly ran towards her.
At this moment, he was nearly insane.
Yes, it's Ah Ya! It's his Ah Ya.
Five years ago, he watched her beheaded with his own eyes, and he had lived in hell for five years.
And now she stood alive right in front of him.
"Ah Ya, Ah Ya, is that you?"
He held her shoulders, raised her chin with his hand, and intently examined her small face over and over.
Yes, yes, it's his Ah Ya.
