Gratitude From Mo Yushu

Mo Yushu came to the Pure Heart Pavilion and looked at the figure that he had been dreaming of. One could imagine the shock in his heart.

His entire body could not help but start to tremble, and his throat became extremely dry.

He had imagined this scene many times and replayed it in his mind, but each time it ended with disappointment.

He was scared!

Scared to death!

He was afraid that the scene in front of him would be shattered again.

"Husband, have you been well these years?"

Xue Xuanqing touched the white hair on both sides of his head and murmured with palpable heartache.

She remembered the Mo Yushu from about ten years ago, before she became comatose.

After not seeing him for so many years, he had become much older and more haggard.

On the top of his head, there were a lot of white hair. It seemed that he must have suffered a lot during these years.

"Xuanqing..."