Looking at Wei Jinmo's fragile, tear-streaked, crimson eyes at the moment, his brows and eyes carried a weary expression.
She reached out with heartache and gently touched his brow and cheek, saying, "Jinmo, I'm sorry for making you worry."
Wei Jinmo softly shook his head and replied with a gentle rasp, "Wife, don't say that."
"It's good that you've woken up."
At this moment, Wei Jinmo wasn't thinking of himself at all; his eyes and heart were filled with Su Muyao.
He gazed intently at Su Muyao, fearing she might be unwell.
"Wife, is your body alright? Is there any discomfort?"
"Why did you suddenly fall into a deep sleep?"
"I saw you briefly touch the Hongmeng Ruins Bone Spirit Flower, then you fell unconscious."
From Wei Jinmo's perspective, that's what it seemed like.
In reality, Su Muyao felt as if she was glimpsing through ancient times, witnessing the scenes of that era and seeing the Empire of Di Fu Yuan from that long past.
