Swoosh.
Shen Ping had yet to recover from his shock. The figure ran like the wind and crashed into his arms. "Husband," It sounded with the joy of longing.
Shen Ping quickly felt the tight hug between his wife's arms. He reached out and hugged Wang Yun's tight waist. Looking at the silver in her black hair, his eyes revealed some heartache. "Yun'er, you've suffered."
Wang Yun looked up, and a few strands of silver hair fell. She said gently, "Husband, this is the effect of the successful transformation of my bloodline and bone structure. It's fine. I can cultivate like you in the future."
