Luo Jinxiao’s heart ached with a bittersweet longing at Qu Weiyin’s words. She wrapped her arms around Qu Weiyin, gently patting her dark hair. The overwhelming joy of having her back brought tears to her eyes. “It’s really me,” Luo Jinxiao said hoarsely. “I was afraid we’d never recognize each other again. If that happened, I don’t know what I…