TCN: Mei Gongqing

Chapter 101: Fallen in Love

Chen Rong had a sinking feeling once Old Shang left.

With her right hand holding the whip and her left hand holding her hairpin, she kept her eyes wide open and unblinkingly stared into the dark.

It was very quiet. The only thing she heard was the sprinting steps going farther and farther from her.

Has Old Shang succeeded in leading them away?

Chen Rong held her breath, slowly climbed down the carriage, and tentatively walked out.

Starlight sparsely dotted overhead so that Heaven and Earth were not submerged in total darkness.

Step by step, she moved to the cleft's entrance.

She stepped on something and almost fell down. Luckily, she caught herself by propping the whip's handle on the ground.

She slowly pull herself up, and then froze.

In the bleak night, a white figure appeared at the cleft's entrance.

The man dressed in white shouldn't be a ghost right?

She almost screamed.

At a time when she couldn't be more frightened, the white figure spoke. His voice was sweet and light, and most importantly, it was very familiar: "Ah Rong?"

Wang Hong! Translated by the ham ster master.

Heaven, it's really Wang Hong!

So this was what a man in despair would feel when he saw a ray of hope, when he found joy within his grief.

Her legs gave out as she slid to the ground, shakily asking: "Wang Hong?"

"It is I." Translated by the ham ster master.

Wang Hong's voice remained elegant and light. She didn't need to look at him to know that he must be coming to her in his serene way, smiling as always.

Chen Rong's eyes instantaneously turned red. She chokingly ran to him.

She ran desperately. In the blink of an eye, she had gotten before him. She was so astonished and overcome with emotions that she didn't think of anything else. She just flew into his arms and clung onto him.

Hugging him tight, Chen Rong began to cry. "Why did it take you so long?" she tremulously said. Pausing to sob, she lightly beat his chest with her small fists before hoarsely crying again: "Why did it take you so long, why did it take you so long?"

All of her happiness, relief, and emotions had, at this moment, turned into streaming tears and one single line: "Why did it take you so long?"

Chen Rong hadn't known that she was looking forward to his rescue this much...

At this time, Wang Hong stretched his arms and gently hugged her back.

His hug was as warm as it was strong. The arms that didn't seem to be so wide turned out to be large and steady. They were the stronghold she had longed for, had missed, had gazed at from her confines, but had never dared to wish for herself.

Like someone who was clutching onto her lifeline, Chen Rong hugged him as though she was holding onto the warmth she had sought for far too long. She burried her face in the crook of his neck and, as she felt his warmth, burst into tears. "Wang Hong, Wang Hong, Wang Hong..." again and again, she sobbed.

Under the stars, Wang Hong seemed to be startled by her passionate calls. Some time later, his arms tightened around her.

Chen Rong dabbed her tears on his collar, her soft and fragrant lips occasional grazing his pulses as she sobbed. "Wang Hong, Wang Hong, Wang Hong......" Gradually, her sobbing reduced into stillness.