Han yichu's heart skipped a beat when he thought of the look in her eyes.
Although han yichu did not quite understand it, he instinctively felt that he should find Huang qingwu.
Han yichu was about to rush out, but when he went downstairs, he found that he was wearing a bathrobe. He immediately ordered people to look for him, and he quickly changed his clothes.
Han yichu was also very anxious.
He continued to shout,"Huang qingwu, Huang qingwu ..."
Han yichu had never been so anxious to find someone.
Huang qingwu was still crying, immersed in her own emotions. Her heart was in pain. The memories of the past and reality were intertwined, and even she herself could not tell what was real and what was fake.
She felt like she heard someone calling her.
However, Huang qingwu laughed at herself and thought that it must be an illusion. Perhaps she missed han yichu from that era, so she had heard it.
Until han yichu came to Huang qingwu's side, panting.
