His tall figure stood thinly at the door, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had not slept for several days and nights. . .
Xia Xiaoman sat staring at him blankly, his mouth slightly open, but he forgot to speak.
The next second, he felt a breeze blowing by. He hugged Xia Xiaoman, as if he was afraid of losing her again, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."
Thank you for being fine.
Witchers and vampires. . So touching! ! !