She ran to the top of the mountain as fast as she could, leaving Lu Wen far behind.
Arrive.
The panting Xu Yayi shouted to the ethereal wind: "Uncle, I love you!"
The echo rippled, rippled and disappeared in the rhythmless air.
Listening to the passing of the last "I love you", the corners of Xu Yayi's mouth quirked up playfully.
The people behind her looked eagerly, looking at her smiling face, and their hearts skipped a beat.
Yayi looked down the mountain, but was unexpectedly embraced by a warm embrace.
Xu Yayi froze in Lu Wen's arms.
Suddenly smelling a familiar smell, Xu Yayi turned around and asked, "Uncle?"
Lu Wen's strong breath blew into Xu Yayi's ears: "I love you too!"