Chapter 889: I Want to Feed My Ajiu Personally

He wasn't dead!

His hand was warm.

He was still alive!

The Empress Dowager now had very little strength left. Perhaps all of her strength had been consumed by astonishment.

She looked down at the man in white kneeling by the bed. Astonishment, shock, disbelief, and finally, her eyes became incredibly complex.

But Feng Dingchu seemed not to notice any of these expressions; he just knelt before her and gently called out, "Mother, your son has returned."

He had really returned.

The Empress Dowager's hand began to tremble violently.

Her complexion quickly turned even more sallow.

More waxy and withered than before.

It was a while before the Empress Dowager managed to catch her breath, slowly regaining it.

"Having you back... is good."

"Mother, don't you want to ask how your son could have survived and returned?" Feng Dingchu asked with a faint smile, but it was tinged with bitterness.

The Empress Dowager's gaze was tender as her hand touched his hair.