【Jing Lin】Yes

The sound of footsteps, the man's movements were very urgent, and he could hardly hear the familiar voice in just a few seconds, but the man's breath still remained in the surrounding air, leaving an indescribable palpitation.

Lin also failed to make any stop action, or he knew that he no longer had the capital, he laughed, the voice was helpless, self-deprecating, and also a bit of bitterness that he didn't want to admit.

In the end, all he could do was put the hand let go by the man lightly around his shoulders, and then a soft call came from the corner of his mouth: "...Xiao Jing."