C485 Holding

A trace of vitality suddenly appeared on Yu Miaoyin's pale and dry face. Her eyes, which had already turned a dead gray color, seemed to be filled with life once again.

"Flying Snow …" You... "You are Feixue …"

Yun Feixue's expression did not change, but his tears started to fall without any warning.

He suddenly kneeled down, "Mother, it's me …" Your child was incompetent