Seeing that Yin Hun the Nineteenth's condition had improved a little, and that he seemed to have already recognized her, Tang Qingxue was so excited that she forgot to pull out the Silver Needle. She grabbed his hand in agitation and said in a trembling voice, "Nineteen, Nineteen, Nineteen, did you remember me?"
After giving so much, she was finally getting something in return; Tang Qingxue's heart was bursting with joy.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth's gaze was a little hazy as he tightly gripped Tang Qingxue's hand. "Qingxue…"
"It's me, it's me. Nineteen, have your memories come back?" Tang Qingxue asked excitedly.
"Tang Qingxue, what are you doing?"
A sharp shout suddenly came from behind. Tang Qingxue lifted her head and saw Tang Yan, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, rushing in. Behind her were Tang Shizhong and several elders of the Tang Family, along with bodyguards, maids, and the like.
