At this moment, Chu Xin no longer had the scruffy appearance from before, with a face full of stubble and disheveled hair. He wore a raven-blue outfit, his face clean and sharply defined, and his ice-blue eyes radiated an elusive glow.
Yun Muyuan, unprepared to see him, was startled and stood up from the bedside, retreating several steps until he collided with a pillar.
"Why are you alive? Where is Qiongfang?" Yun Muyuan urgently asked.
Chu Xin sneered, turned around, half-kneeled by the bedside, reached out, touched the face of the young man lying there, and fed him an elixir.
"Little Songhe, I'm sorry. I came late and let you suffer all these years."
No one knew if Yun Songhe heard Chu Xin's voice, but tears rolled down his eyes, forming frost.
Jiang Yuebai stood by, scratching her face, appearing as if no one could see her. She found a plate of pastries on the table by the bed, picked it up, and ate while watching.
