It's been a long time since I've felt this way.
How long has it been?
Five years?
Ten years?
Fifty years?
A hundred years?
Mo Chen felt a surge of emotion in his heart, and his heartbeat began to accelerate gradually.
His eyes suddenly blurred, as if obscured by moist fog, making it impossible to see the scene before him.
He couldn't believe it was real.
For ten years, he had been waiting for this moment.
He had imagined this scene countless times in the past ten years.
The long wait over the past ten years, enduring every agonizing minute.
The bloodshed and the sacrifice of a city made during these ten years for this moment.
Finally, it paid off.
Clang!
The cup in Mo Chen's hand fell to the ground, spilling the wine everywhere.
Jingniang, who had been in a coma for ten years, finally woke up at this moment.
And it was on the day of Mo Yunsheng's wedding, truly a double celebration!
Mo Chen trembled with excitement, shakily walking toward Jingniang.
