Suddenly hearing such words, the blood in Feng Sujin's body seemed to have stopped flowing, and her heartbeat also stagnated.
She didn't dare to move, for fear of hearing wrongly.
Her whole body was stiff and tense.
She almost couldn't believe it. Was it her husband's voice
Isn't he in the Blood Palace now
Feng Sujin wanted to turn her head and look, but she didn't dare. She was afraid it was her illusion.
No one knew how much she missed Jun Mohan in her heart.
My heart aches just thinking about it.
Some emotions cannot be controlled by letting her control them.
If she stood like this, she could deceive herself into thinking that Jun Mohan was in the room behind her, by her side.
It made her blood boil with excitement.
She was afraid that if she turned around, it would be an illusion.
Feng Sujin didn't expect that she would also become timid.
But at this time, she was really timid.
After a while, Jun Mohan still looked at Feng Sujin standing stiffly by the door, motionless.
He sighed softly, "Ajin, why don't you turn around and look at me?"
Feng Sujin's appearance made him feel distressed and helpless, but he didn't know what to do with her
He felt extremely distressed at the moment.
How could he not miss her!
So he couldn't wait to find her.
He had left his breath on Feng Sujin's bracelet before.
So he could identify Feng Sujin's location and find her.
Hearing such a sentence again, Feng Sujin was almost sure that the voice was true.
Feng Sujin turned around excitedly.
The moment she saw Jun Mohan, Feng Sujin almost cried.
She ran over excitedly and threw herself into Jun Mohan's arms.
Jun Mohan opened his hands to catch Feng Sujin, and then hugged her tightly.
Jun Mohan exerted great force, as if he wanted to melt Feng Sujin into the bones and blood of his body.
He closed his eyes tightly, put his head on Feng Sujin's head, and smelled her scent.
At this moment, holding Feng Sujin and feeling Feng Sujin's breath, Jun Mohan felt at ease.
At this moment, Jun Mohan felt that his missing heart had been restored.
For him, Feng Sujin is an indispensable part of his life.
Without Feng Sujin, his heart was empty, as if he had no heart at all.
Not even a temporary separation.
No one knew how much he suffered in his heart during these few days of separation.
Feng Sujin leaned in Jun Mohan's arms and almost cried.
Her eyes were hot and sore. She buried her head in Jun Mohan's arms and breathed deeply in Jun Mohan's breath.
Feng Sujin breathed almost greedily.
Even if she was holding Jun Mohan and feeling Jun Mohan's breath, she felt like she was hallucinating.
She still felt a little unreal.
She kept shouting in her heart, "Mo Han, Mo Han..."
Jun Mohan said in a hoarse voice: "Well, I'm..."
Jun Mohan's voice was hoarse with a sigh, and deep with deep longing.
Some feelings simply cannot be expressed in words.
After a while, Feng Sujin regained some sense. She raised her head and looked at Jun Mohan and said, "Mo Han, is it really you? Did I read that correctly? Didn't you dream?"
Jun Mohan's eyes were full of love and a little red. He took Feng Sujin's hand and put it to his lips and kissed it, "Fool, it's me. It's true."
At this time, he had too many things to say to Feng Sujin, but he felt that he didn't know which words to say. It seemed that he felt at ease just looking at her like this.