C660 Dyspnea

The first thing Mo Xianyue saw was the man lying on the bed. His face was pale white and familiar.

"Nangong Hao..." Mo Xianyue called out from the bottom of his heart.

She couldn't help but walk to the edge of the bed and gently caress his face that was as white as paper.

Familiar outline, familiar appearance.

Ripples rose in Mo Xianyue's heart.

"He has already returned to normal