"That day on the street, when I saw you, I had my doubts, but I never imagined it really was you." Yang Mengchen said, her voice filled with excitement as teardrops slid down her cheeks.
Meeting an old friend in a foreign land is special, let alone meeting Lan Ling across a thousand years and different dimensions. One can easily imagine her emotional state.
In her past life, Lan Ling had few friends due to the nature of her work and her personality. Yang Mengchen was her dearest and most intimate confidant. In this life, to be able to meet Yang Mengchen again, Lan Ling, now Chu Dieyi, gently embraced her, tears also welling up in her eyes.
After a long moment, Chu Dieyi let go of Yang Mengchen, took out a handkerchief, gently wiped the tear stains from her face, and dabbed at her own eyes: "We sisters are fortunate to be reunited. We should be happy, no more crying, alright?"
