566: C566 This Was Definitely Not a Dream!

C566 This Was Definitely Not a Dream!

"Cough cough …"

No one knew who it was that suddenly coughed lightly.

The atmosphere of the scene was instantly destroyed.

"I'll go take a look at Xu Yang first, I'll tell you later."

Lu Qi smiled at Mo Shihan, turned around, bent over to check on Xu Yang's condition.

"Monster Qi rushing into the body, it's not a big problem."

She took out a small pill and let Fu Ting feed it to Xu Yang.

"Qi, this … Can this pill be effective?"

Lu Qi did not answer.

She slowly stretched out her fingers and began to count.

"Three … Two … One …"

She counted very slowly, like a rusty hourglass.

But …

What was surprising was that after three sounds, the originally unconscious Xu Yang actually slowly woke up.

"This … Where is this?" Xu Yang looked around and asked in a daze.

Fu Ting was overjoyed when she saw this.

"Xu Yang, you're awake? You're finally awake!"

She hugged Xu Yang, wanting to tightly hold him in her embrace.

They had really been separated for too long.

Long enough that she didn't even know what kind of feeling it was to be in his embrace.

"Tingting? Why is it you?" Xu Yang was a little surprised when he saw Fu Ting.

He remembered that he had just returned to the country recently.

Because he was not sure if he should meet the Fu Ting whom he had been thinking about day and night, he had taken a tour with them and went to the Second Consort Mountain in the suburbs of Jindu together.

Why did he see Fu Ting the moment he opened his eyes?

Was he... dreaming?

Xu Yang was in disbelief.

He subconsciously pinched his cheek.

"Hiss..."

It hurt.

In other words, this was not a dream, but a reality!

"Tingting, I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime."

Xu Yang embraced Fu Ting tightly.

The two of them cried like two crying babies.

"Master Fu, what's wrong with your sister? Why is she crying so miserably?" Mo Yi asked curiously.

Fu Wuzhou shook his head. "You don't understand, do you? This is called love! Back then, my sister and Xu Yang loved each other so passionately. For him, my sister not only had to elope several times, but she even had to elope more than three times."

"Tsk, I didn't expect them to love each other so deeply. But I'm a little curious. Since they have such a good relationship, why did they have to separate?"

Didn't it mean that they should be together at all times?

"This..."

Fu Wuzhou touched his head in embarrassment when he heard Mo Yi's question.

"Actually... it's all because of me. If it wasn't for me being so sloppy back then, my sister wouldn't have sacrificed her feelings for the family's business."

Fu Wuzhou felt that he really owed Fu Ting a lot.

Fortunately, the two of them had met again.

Perhaps the past relationship could be renewed?

"Right, Tingting, I brought you a present." Xu Yang hugged Fu Ting for a while and suddenly said softly.

He touched his pocket and took out something from it.

It was a photo.

A thick stack of photos.

On each of them was a beautiful scenery.

"After separating from you, I went to many places. Every time I went to a place, I would take a local scenery photo as a souvenir of our journey together."

He placed the photos in Fu Ting's hands.

Fu Ting slowly flipped through them one by one.

There were Venice, Suez Canal, Paris's St. Mary, Eiffel Tower, Provence's lavender fields, and so on.

He had almost gone to every romantic tourist attraction.

"These …"

Fu Ting's eyes were slightly moist.

She did not expect that Xu Yang loved her more than she had imagined.

She did not travel with him, but he had never forgotten about her.

He took her hopes and love and stepped through those mountains and rivers.

Now, he had returned to her side.

"Wait!"

Fu Ting was about to continue flipping through the photos when Lu Qi suddenly called out.2

"What's wrong? Qi, do you also think that these photos are very good?" Fu Ting wiped away her tears and asked with a smile.

Lu Qi did not answer.

She stretched out her hand and took a picture from Fu Ting's hand.

The picture was of the Temple of the Mother of God in Paris.

It was a tall and ancient church, with tourists coming and going in a hurry.

Everything in the picture seemed so harmonious.

Except …

Lu Qi's gaze slowly settled on a figure in the picture.

He was wearing a Tang suit, with a thin body, dark skin, and a small beard on his chin.

This … Isn't this her adoptive father, Chen Qingquan?

He had clearly died a long time ago.

Why would he appear in the Temple of the Mother of God?

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