Mu Zhi'an's heart skipped a beat. She slowly crouched down and carefully stroked YanJingchen's sculptural face with her fingers.

　　The two words "go home" used to be the two words she yearned for most, but after a period of time, "home" had become a nightmare for her life. She had thought that her heart was already as dead as ashes, but now when she heard these two words, there were still waves in her heart.

　　YanJingchen, they had missed each other so much that she didn't dare to trust him so easily.

　　But he didn't understand.

　　Mu Zhi'an's finger paused slightly, but she suddenly felt a strong force coming, and...