The strong arms of Shi Feiyang formed an unbreakable shield for Yili.
He displayed a gentle smile on his face, his eyes full of doting affection. In this somewhat desolate environment of the Northwest, their tender affection was like a warm current flowing in their hearts.
Sunshine bathed them, sketching a warm and beautiful scene.
Yili buried her head in Shi Feiyang's chest, her voice slightly choked as she said, "Husband, you've finally come, I... I almost thought..."
Shi Feiyang gently stroked Yili's hair, feeling the delicate texture with his fingertips, and softly comforted her, "Don't be afraid, haven't I come now? You've suffered."
The two hugged tightly, their brief separation sweeter than a new marriage, emotions deep and intimate, as if the surrounding bloodshed and battle had nothing to do with them.
At this moment, a gentle breeze brushed past, lifting their hair, which intertwined, resembling their inseparable deep affection.
