His voice was very weak, so nobody else heard it other than himself. However, this wasn't important. The important thing was the person in front of him!
Qiang Wanzhou didn't dare to believe it as he hurriedly shut his eyes, wanting to see clearer.
At this moment, that person had already walked to him and stretched out her hand. "Little Zhou, are you okay?"
He had heard this voice once many years ago, but it had already been too long. It didn't even sound in his dreams any longer.
There seemed to be warm liquid circulating in Qiang Wanzhou's chest as his heart beat so intensely that his ears hurt. He almost instinctively reached forward with a hint of anxiety.
It was cold and soft to touch, but it had some sort of immense strength to it.
Tears welled up in Qiang Wanzhou's eyes, and the scene before him turned slightly blurry.
He harshly closed his eyes and opened them again. This time, it was finally clear.
