An'an sat on the long bench at the bus stop. She stretched her icy-cold hand out and touched her abdomen. Little Yan, are you like Mom, you can't go on too?
In the past, she would anticipate every dawn, but in the future she would be fearful of every daybreak.
A world without Ah Yan was a world without colors.
An'an curved her lips slightly and gradually looked up.
A bus drove past her before her eyes, and that was when she saw the tall and muscular figure on the opposite road. Her long lashes quivered immediately and her eyes narrowed.
What did she just see?
Was she dreaming?
The person that she had been missing day and night was standing on the road opposite her.
An'an rose immediately and her dress billowed in the chilly winter wind.
Time seemed to have slowed down. Her eyes were filled with that familiar figure.
If this was a dream, she would rather not wake up.
