C929 Take You Home.

Private plane.

Moh Yanjue held the person in his arms tightly.

His pure little face had already lost its color due to the pain, and between his tightly knitted brows, there was an expression of worry that made one's heart ache.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to help her smooth the wrinkles between her brows, but just as he lifted his finger, the person in his embrace woke up