"Feng Mu, I'm here..."
As soon as the door opened, a hoarse and anxious cry rushed through, and then Wang Cong stumbled into Feng Mu's embrace.
Wang Cong abruptly lifted his head, his body instinctively recoiling, breaking free from the warm embrace.
His facial expression management lost control, the muscles of his features instantly froze, and the tears at the corners of his eyes could no longer be held back, pouring out like a flood:
"Feng Mu, you you you, you're not..."
His words got stuck in his throat, unable to continue, and he just stared at Feng Mu with a bewildered ghostly expression.
Feng Mu didn't seem to notice Wang Cong's strangeness, maintaining his gentle smile, his voice calm and strong: "Hmm, I'm not dead, so why are you crying?"
Wang Cong guiltily avoided Feng Mu's gaze, his eyes falling elsewhere.
