Looking at Lu Ming's handsome face, his chin was now sprouting stubble.
She reached out her small hand to touch it, feeling a bit prickly.
This was the first time Jing Yiren had seen Lu Ming with a beard.
Her gaze shifted to his eyes, bloodshot and murky, yet showed a glint of pity and excitement, still not diminishing his handsomeness.
Jing Yiren tenderly stroked his peerless handsome face with a heart full of distress.
Her husky voice weakly called out.
"Uncle~"
"..." Lu Ming held her small face, the corner of his mouth slightly upturned, his eyes brimming with joy and reassurance.
Jing Yiren's thoughts gradually came back, the memory that had just been a blank now slowly emerging in her mind, coming back to her...
"Didn't I get shot and die?"
"..." Lu Ming held her small face, pressed his forehead against hers, and chuckled helplessly with a downturned mouth.
"Silly girl! You're not dead, we are both very much alive."
