His eyes were red and bloodshot. He had not slept for countless days.
Seeing Xu Kui like this, Su Yun felt his heart ache for him. She gently patted Xu Kui's hand that was grabbing him. "Uncle, I brought Jiajia back."
He turned around and saw Xu Jiajia walking over.
Xu Jiajia's eyes were filled with tears. Looking at her father, who had always been serious in her impression, and his sadness now, Xu Jiajia threw herself into Xu Kui's arms in the next second.
Xu Jiajia, who had been strong all the way, finally cried. When she heard her daughter's familiar voice, Li Haixia looked up in confusion.
Smack!
In her daze, the portrait in Li Haixia's hand fell to the ground. The sound of glass shattering seemed to indicate something.
"Jiajia… Jiajia!" When Li Haixia saw Xu Jiajia, she ran over crazily. She hugged Xu Jiajia tightly, afraid that if she let go, this illusory reality would disappear.
