Wu Yun is frozen in place. This is the last place where he expected to hear Ling Yan's name.
The man approaches him with wide eyes, and then draws him into a tight hug. "It really is you."
Wu Yun's face is pressed against the stranger's bare chest, and he tries to struggle free of his hold. He smells of freshly picked lilies.
Lan Tian pulls Wu Yun away from the man, and steadies him when he almost trips. "Who's this?" he asks, as if Wu Yun is supposed to know.
Wu Yun looks at the man, who's still staring at him with a fond look in his dark eyes. "I think you have the wrong person, I'm not Ling Yan, and I've never met you."
The man throws back the long column of his neck and laughs. "Well, of course you'd say that, you have reincarnated, but I'd recognize your soul anywhere. You are Ling Yan."
