It seemed he feared that in the blink of an eye, she would vanish without a trace.
"Xiao Mo..." he spoke with a hoarse voice, his gaze bloodshot.
His view was suddenly obstructed, and Qiao Mo frowned, looking at the figure unexpectedly blocking her. She stood up and said, "Sir, you are blocking my view."
Not a dream... This time... It's not a dream!
It's her!
She's back!
His gaze remained bloodshot, staring at her intensely, as if he had a thousand words to say but couldn't utter a single one.
Qiao Mo frowned again and said, "Sir, you're blocking the view of the audience behind..."
Before Qiao Mo could finish her sentence, in the next instant, she found herself in a warm embrace.
He pulled her into his arms tightly, holding her with great strength.
He rested his chin on her shoulder and lowered his eyes, shedding a tear: "Xiao Mo, I missed you so much."
Qiao Mo was momentarily startled, catching a faint, crisp scent, feeling a bit dazed.
