The loud cries of the cub suddenly echoed throughout the room.
"Waaahhh!"
The powerful cry startled everyone inside the house. For a brief moment, the room fell silent before the gate was pushed open with a loud bang.
A tall figure rushed inside. It was Shi Feng.
His appearance was extremely miserable. His golden hair was disheveled, his clothes were wrinkled, and dust covered almost every part of his body. It was obvious that he had hurried here without stopping even once.
The moment he entered, his eyes immediately searched the room. Then he saw Su Qinglan lying on the bed.
Everything seemed to stop. The nervousness, fear, anger, and anxiety that had been tormenting him vanished instantly. All he could see was her. She looked pale and exhausted, but she was smiling.
Only then did Shi Feng finally feel his lungs fill with air again. His gaze slowly shifted downward. And then he froze.
