Only then Zhuang Shuxian came back to her senses, rushed over to hug Ou Ruoshui, who was crouching on the floor, wailing, "Xuerong, it's really you! Heaven has looked kindly upon us, you're not dead! Where have you been all these years? Why didn't you come back to us? Oh, I thought we would only meet again in the afterlife. Look, Jiadong, our girl Xuerong is back..."
The more Zhuang Shuxian cried, the more desolate she seemed, her cries becoming incoherent as she alternated between calling for Xuerong and Jiadong.
Ou Ruoshui was also crying, her heart ached so much, especially when she heard Zhuang Shuxian call out Jiadong's name. Her heart seemed to be frying in a frying pan, the pain nearly suffocating her.
Jiujiu stood at the entrance of the bedroom, gasping for breath between sobs. Gu Xiaobei gently pulled her towards him.
