A girl walking out into the vast wilderness was equivalent to committing suicide.
Seeing Jiang Xiaorou standing there well, Zhou Xiaoke couldn’t help but tear up.
Now, they were all back. Brother Yi Yun, Sis Xiaorou were all safe. Things would only get better in the future.
Jiang Xiaorou’s eyes got puffy. She touched Zhou Xiaoke’s head and felt joy. The things she cared about had not been lost. Having not lost anything was such a good feeling.