C81 The Tip of the Spear Was Buried

Ye Xiangyang called out, “Father.”

Ye Wentian raised his head in a daze. What entered his vision was a delicate and handsome face. Tears flowed down his face. Wasn’t this the Yang Er whom he had been worried about?

He was probably hallucinating. He wiped his eyes with his hand, then closed his eyes and pinched his right hand with his left hand. He felt pain. He knew that this was not a dream