C87 Meridian Sericulture

Watching the two children, the old man's eyes became moist. Her face was full of a blissful and benevolent smile.

Yan Wenqing wiped away the tears on Xiao Lan's cheeks, carefully examining this person who she had been yearning for day and night. Her face was still the same as when she slept, only with a bit more worry.

The bright moon was hanging high in the night sky