Xia Ling turned back as Concubine Yu said this. She took out a pair of black cotton slippers and walked towards the man. Seconds later, she knelt down beside his legs and placed the slippers beside him.
Lowering his eyes, Xuan Ying looked at the woman curled up beside his feet. He felt as though he was in a dream. The person whom he had missed for so long, who appeared in his dream just yesterday night, was right there in the flesh in front of him.
Meanwhile, Xia Ling didn't stand up immediately. After a few seconds, seeing that he hadn't moved, she batted her long eyelashes and reached out hesitantly to take off his shoes.
Xuan Ying bent over and squatted down. He reached out with his large palm to grab her searching hands. Her hands were so small and soft, as though there were no bones at all.
Xia Ling's eyes shot towards him as she was grabbed so suddenly. Her beautiful eyes were dark and filled with shock. They looked especially moving.
