The faint morning light filtered through the sheer curtains and fell on the bed.
Lin Jingzhu stared blankly at the man before her, her thoughts muddled, unsure if it was a dream or reality.
"Mr. Chen, are you still alive?"
Chen Mo didn't answer. He extended his finger and touched her chest, transferring a thread of Qi Blood Power to her.
Feeling that familiar warmth, Lin Jingzhu's expression gradually shifted from confusion to disbelief, finally transforming into an incredible joy.
Her eyes, clear and bright, welled up with mist, and her voice trembled slightly: "So it wasn't a dream, Mr. Chen, you're really not dead!"
Chen Mo shook his head and said with a smile, "Good people don't live long, while scoundrels endure for a thousand years. I still have over nine hundred years left, I'm not that easy to kill…"
"Mmm..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Jingzhu whimpered and threw herself into his arms.
