Shi Yang turned around and saw Zhao Meimei standing at the door of the mail room with a look of surprise on her face.
Thank goodness... Shi Yang let out a breath of relief, grateful that Zhao Meimei had found her way here safely.
Shi Yang stood still, watching Zhao Meimei, and then his body, tense like a bowstring, abruptly relaxed. His knees buckled, and he stumbled a step forward before he managed to steady himself again. His face showed a mix of great sadness and joy, with an expression slightly stiff, revealing neither happiness nor anger.
Zhao Meimei called out again, "Brother!"
Upon hearing her voice, Shi Yang felt his heart settle completely. Only then did he realize that he was drenched in cold sweat. He looked at Zhao Meimei and gave a genuine shiver.
Zhao Meimei rushed over excitedly and flung herself into Shi Yang's arms. Shi Yang stumbled back two steps before regaining his balance.
