Yang Fan's soul was like the vast ocean, containing endless vitality, and threads of breath penetrated domineeringly into the depths of Han Qianyun's soul.

Constantly repairing the damage to her soul.

From the outside to the inside.

From shallow to deep.

The gaps in her soul were slowly filled and replenished.

The soul that was originally one of Taoism and Buddhism gradually began to recover after gaining a huge source of power, and the other half of the soul that had been torn apart by Han Qianyun began to be reborn.

I don't know how long it took.

Han Qianyun's eyelashes finally trembled, and after several lashes, she slowly opened her eyes.

"It's really you."

Unconsciously, her tears flowed down.

She really thought she was going to die!

But she was even more afraid that she would not be able to see him again before she died!

"Don't cry!"

Yang Fan was not afraid of anything else, but when he saw a woman crying, he finally became a little confused.

He quickly wiped away her tears.

They say that women are made of water, so why don’t you just get wet together?
Chapter completed!