The spiritual consciousness is like a clear stream, like a trickling stream, flowing happily in the deep ravine in the heart that has been silent for many years, breaking the tranquility and depth that is beautiful but lifeless like the underworld.

The trickle soon flowed into thousands of gullies, where it meandered, filled, and smoothed. The waves bloomed and then disappeared into the trickle. The water gathered more and more, gradually becoming a big river.

The momentum of the wave surges away, washing away the dirt and dust of many years, making this originally beautiful and elegant inner world become more and more brand-new, full of vitality, and seems to be flourishing.

However, the waves washed over the ravine, inevitably causing some shocking splashes.

In reality, Li Bingjie's originally calm jade-like cheeks trembled slightly, and strings of crystal clear tears oozed from her tightly closed eyes. Her eyelashes were moistened and stuck to her eyelids, and tears slid down her cheeks.

, drop by drop, gradually formed a line.

Xu Zhengyang stood up and walked over, sitting next to Li Bingjie. His eyes were gentle and his expression was calm as he looked at Li Bingjie's delicate body that was trembling slightly.

"Woo, woo" a slight sob came from Li Bingjie's delicate nostrils.

Soon, Li Bingjie opened her eyes, threw herself into Xu Zhengyang's arms, and hugged him tightly. With a loud cry, she started crying, crying so hard that she was in a mess, crying with grief.

The door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and Li Chengzhong looked at the sofa with a surprised face. Li Bingjie buried her beautiful face in Xu Zhengyang's arms wearing a white shirt, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably and crying loudly.

Xu Zhengyang patted her back gently and smiled without saying a word.
Chapter completed!