Su Muyao spoke with an uncontrollable excitement and ecstasy in her voice.
At this moment, she tightly embraced his waist, burying her face into his chest, holding him as if trying to embed herself into his body and soul.
Holding him like this, she could clearly feel the warmth of his chest.
It allowed her to truly feel that he was genuinely back alive, not an illusion.
Yue Wuhen was somewhat inexperienced with hugging, so when he embraced her, his movements were as gentle as treating the most precious and fragile object in the world.
Her purple eyes were full of tenderness and affection.
Listening to her words, he was emotionally moved, gently stroking her back with his hand, soothing her emotions.
The once barren fields of his heart seemed to be showered with warm spring rain, nourishing the heart, with a continuous warm flow passing through.
Hearing Su Muyao's words, Yue Wuhen was deeply touched.
