The house was dark, and Qiao An wasn't very familiar with the light switches in Heavenly Imperial Garden. She felt her way down the stairs slowly.
"Brother Xiaoran." A thin voice suddenly sounded in the night.
Huo Xiaoran's frozen body instantly recovered. He turned around in shock and saw a white figure slowly moving on the stairs in the night.
His heart was seized with ecstasy, and his brain had an instant of joy. He stayed where he was for a long time.
"Brother Xiaoran. Is that you?" Qiao An's voice was timid.
The things Xiao Ming had said to her during the day made her realize that danger was approaching the city.
Huo Xiaoran came back to his senses.
"An'an." He ran over.
Halfway up the stairs, he hugged Qiao An tightly.
"An'an, you're finally back." He held her body tightly in his arms. Qiao An was wearing thin pajamas. His arm was around her waist, and through the thin fabric, he could indeed feel her warmth.
