Huang Xiaolong rubbed his eyes and looked again—across the street, the figure in the white dress was still there, Li Lu was still there!
A surge of ecstasy instantly welled up in Huang Xiaolong's heart. He rushed out of the South Mountain Mansion's gate with a speed akin to flying, crossed the street, and then stood in front of Li Lu, looking at her.
Li Lu was also looking at Huang Xiaolong, her eyes growing even redder.
Suddenly, Huang Xiaolong opened his arms and hugged Li Lu tightly, holding her as if he wanted to fuse her into his life, into his very blood and flesh, fearing that she might leave him again.
"Li Lu, is that you?" Huang Xiaolong asked in a trembling voice.
"It's me." Li Lu, tightly embraced by Huang Xiaolong, trembled with excitement and choked up.
Three years had passed.
The two of them had finally met again.
