"Um!"

Bingchen whispered softly.

Looking at Bingchen's vicissitudes of face and vicissitudes of eyes, Xuan Ying felt secretly distressed.

"Master, what have you... experienced over the years, why..." Xuan Ying looked at Bingchen with distress and asked softly.

Bingchen's face showed a little softness and said, "Dreams are a hundred lives, and I am trapped in the dream world, which makes you worry."

Xuan Ying's eyes changed slightly, and her cheeks snuggled up against Bing Chen's chest again.

"Master, it's fine!" Xuan Ying said softly.

Touching Xuan Ying's beautiful hair, Bing Chen called out: "Ying'er!"

Hearing Bingchen's call, Xuan Ying's heart trembled slightly.

The long-lost "Ying'er" is the only one who can call for Bingchen.

"Um!"

Xuan Ying uttered softly.

Bingchen's eyes were soft and he didn't say anything. He just hugged Xuan Ying quietly again and gently met.

The warmth that used to be felt by Xuan Ying again. When he leaned against Bing Chen's chest, a little satisfaction and joy appeared in Xuan Ying's eyes.

He knew the right way. After a while, although he was unwilling to do so, Xuan Ying took the initiative to let go of Bingchen and took a step back.

Looking at Bingchen, Xuan Ying's cheeks turned slightly red, but her eyes were still extremely gentle.

However, when he noticed Bingchen's ragged robe covered with black blood again, his heart ached again.

After a moment of pondering, Xuan Ying grabbed Bingchen with one hand and said, "Master, come with me!"

After saying that, Xuan Ying pulled Bingchen towards her small wooden house.
Chapter completed!