Xu Youyou's mind was in a mess, but the warmth of mo shenbai's embrace made her feel that it was real.
He ... Had returned to reality?
She lifted her weak hands extremely slowly. She was careful and afraid. As she slowly hugged him, tears suddenly flowed out of her eyes.
I'm not dreaming, I'm really not dreaming. I'm carrying da Bai in my arms.
She could finally hold him tightly.
Tears gushed out like a fountain and couldn't be stopped. His hoarse voice was as light as a Willow catkin ...
"Da Bai, da Bai ..."
"I'm here," Mo shenbai replied to her with a choked voice, " I'm always here. Don't be afraid! It's alright now, no one can hurt you anymore."
Xu Youyou cried not because she was afraid or hurt, but because she saw the heartache he had suffered in her dream.
How did he survive all these years?
All the grievances and hurt he had suffered, all these years of loneliness and inner suffering, he had endured all of it alone. How could he endure it?
