Wen Muchu's voice was still ringing in her ears.
It was so gentle and warm that it was enough to soothe the pain and hatred in her heart.
"Chuchu?" She muttered in a hoarse voice.
yes, it's me, Yingying, " he immediately responded.
Lan Xiao's eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes.
She raised her head slightly and looked at Wen Muchu.
She slowly raised her palm and touched his face.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?"
At this moment, Wen Muchu was really handsome. He was like a god who had descended to the mortal world. He was like a Buddha who could save her from the sea of suffering, pulling her out of the abyss of pain bit by bit.
Wen Muchu held her hand and slowly smiled.
"It's not a dream. Reality has flesh and warmth."
"But I'm so cold. Chuchu, can you pass your body temperature to me? I feel like I'm about to freeze to death." Lan Xiao's face was pale and he was trembling.
