213 pick you up and take you home, confirm _1

After a moment of stunned silence, Yang Mengchen suddenly turned and hurled herself into the arms of the man before her, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist as her eyes shimmered with hot tears.

The familiar scent, heartbeat, and warmth enveloped her completely, shielding her from the strife and hurt of the outside world.

Both of them trembled with emotion, yet they remained silent, simply embracing each other with all their might.

After some time, Long Xuanmo released his beloved wife. In the flickering candlelight, he gazed deeply at her face, which had visibly thinned. His heart felt as if it were being savagely gripped and torn apart, the acute pain dimming the light in his eyes as his body quivered slightly.

Feeling the hot tears on his neck, Yang Mengchen's spirit shook, and she raised her hand to gently stroke his back. No words were spoken, yet her eyes were moist with tears.