The voice is gentle.

Chu Mochen is stunned.

He turns his head stiffly and slowly.

He sees Song Yunxuan in the dim light. Her eyes are pure like a pool of water, warm and clear.

She is fine without any wound.

There is just a little dust on her hands.

“Is that tears in your eyes?”

She points at his face and feels amazed that this man would also cry.

Chu Mochen touches it and does feel ...