And Emily stopped just a few steps away from him.
She didn’t rush like Aliya; she just stood quietly, her fists clenched at her sides, her chest heaving intensely with suppressed emotions.
Her gaze was filled with heartache, tracing greedily inch by inch across the thin face and weary figure of her husband.
The kiss ended, and Lin Yu’an finally released the fiery passionate Aliya, who nearly suffocated him.
He looked at Aliya’s cheeks, flushed with excitent, and then at Emily, standing a short distance away with red-rimd eyes but silent. His heart was filled with two equally intense yet completely different emotions.
He didn’t let go of Aliya’s hand; instead, he extended another arm in a silent gesture full of invitation toward Emily.
Emily looked at his outstretched hand but didn’t step forward imdiately.
She just quietly watched him with her tear-filled eyes, her voice small but tinged with a slight tremor of grievance and reproach, "You still rember to co back?"
Lin Yu’an was taken aback, sowhat puzzled.
In his impression, Emily always had a gentle and reserved personality, her emotional expression like a deep river, calm and profound.
But at this mont, despite not having Aliya’s exuberant passion, she carried a grievance almost ready to spill over.
Coupled with near-petulant questioning words, she resembled more a little girl waiting for her late boyfriend, stamping her feet in displeasure at the door.
He never imagined Emily had such a side, and for a mont, he was at a loss for words.
"Emily, I..."
Emily’s brow slightly furrowed; her emotions seed even more intense than Aliya’s, the tears in her eyes threatening to break through any second.
"Do you know that for the past two months, we’ve been praying for you every night, fearing receiving bad news from the show...?"
Seeing Emily in this manner, so unlike herself, with huge emotional swings, Lin Yu’an felt confused.
At this mont, Aliya, standing nearby, couldn’t watch anymore.
She gently patted Emily’s back, comforting her, and light-heartedly diated with a smile, "Alright, alright, isn’t he back safe and sound?"
"Let’s go inside and talk; your face is turning white from the cold, hurry up, don’t get sick." Only then did Emily, under Aliya’s soothing words, manage to slightly calm her emotions.
But she didn’t go inside imdiately, instead slowly walking forward step by step, placing her cold hands into Lin Yu’an’s large, calloused, and scarred hands before being pulled into the embrace that had waited fifty days for her.
Lin Yu’an extended his arms, holding his two wives, his entire world, tightly in his embrace. One was fiery and passionate, the other gentle as water, two contrasting loves wrapped him completely.
He lowered his head, first placing a deep kiss on Aliya’s forehead, then turning to Emily.
Looking at her eyes, close enough to hold countless unspoken words, with indescribable tenderness, he kissed her slightly cold lips.
He could feel their bodies trembling from the cold and emotional excitent, slling the familiar fragrance from their hair that he longed for endlessly.
"I’m sorry... for worrying you." He buried his face deeply in their necks, greedily inhaling the scent that had haunted him for fifty days and nights, the scent of ho.
"Okay, okay, let’s go back inside, you both are shivering."
Everyone finally returned to the warm room.
The dry aroma of burning wood mixed with the cozy atmosphere of ho allowed his heart, which had been tense for fifty days and nights in the wilderness, to finally relax completely and safely.
He glanced around, discovering the entire cabin had been ticulously arranged, filled with a thick Christmas atmosphere.
On the fireplace, there was a row of small lights made from pine cones and red berries, and in the corner of the living room stood a spruce tree cut from the forest, adorned with natural decorations.
Though there were no gifts under the tree yet, the fresh scent of pine resin already heralded the approach of the holiday.
Aliya first slamd the heavy wooden door shut, completely shutting out the cold outside.
Then she rushed to the fireplace, adding the sturdiest logs to rekindle the quiet flas into roaring life.
anwhile, Emily fetched a clean, soft towel, gently wiping away the icy snow water from his cheeks as though handling a fragile porcelain.
Watching Emily carefully wiping him, Lin Yu’an felt sowhat surprised internally; he vaguely felt sothing was off about Emily but couldn’t discern exactly what...
It just felt like she loved him more? Depended on him more? Lin Yu’an didn’t think further, ascribing it to the long separation causing yearning.
His attention had long been drawn by the two little ones on the carpet, wide-eyed with wonder, watching this "stranger" curiously.
He slowly walked over, each step like walking on clouds. He sidestepped the building blocks on the floor, finally crouching before Ethan and Olivia, aligning his tall fra to a level where he t the children eye to eye.
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