C65 Rushing crown of anger

Yang Liang's hand reached out from the gap between the iron rod and grabbed my hand. His face was flushed with excitement as he said:

"Little Ling'Er, Little Ling'Er, you really are Little Ling'Er!"

My hand hurt from his grip, but I didn't struggle. I nodded over and over again with tears streaming down my face, unable to speak.

After a long while