Zhuo Yue saw her appearance, completely different from before, and immediately sat by her bedside, gripping her small hand tightly, choking up, "Fool, how did you let yourself become like this?"
He reached out to touch her emaciated and pale little face, and a sour ache arose in his heart.
In Zhuo Yue's eyes, the little girl was like a delicate lily, pure and white, such a person seemed to have lost all vitality, and seeing it made him heartache.
Ye Lantian was very surprised to see him there, confused about how he appeared in her room.
No matter how, even if she felt like she was dreaming, seeing him made her excited inside.
Tears easily overflowed from her eyes.
"Ah Yue, is it really you? Am I dreaming?"
She cried and laughed, staring at the handsome and elegant man in front of her, a bit unable to believe her eyes.
Zhuo Yue also laughed, pinching her cute little nose, "Of course it's not a dream, your mom brought me up here, a surprise, right?"
It's really not a dream?
