Her face was covered with bruises and scars, and her wet hair cluttered to her forehead and vaguely blocked her eyes.

Today, she is as miserable as a beggar on the roadside, and she has never been in the army again.

She's more haggard than she looks on the video.

Song Weiqing seems to be grabbing the life-saving floating board and holding Huo Miao's arm with five fingers, lest he disappear.

After waiting so long, it's finally up to him! uuuuuuuuuuu

"Finally, wait!"

"Fortunately, I didn't give up!"

Song Wei-qing gazed at Huo Juan foolishly, and his guard disappeared. At this moment, he was at ease at last.

After so...