Her hand, somewhat hesitantly, reached out, wanting to touch, but it stopped just before reaching those hands, too scared to make contact.
But how could that be possible? She must be dreaming.
If it were a dream, would everything disappear with her touch?
She didn't want him to disappear, even if it were a dream, she wanted to hold onto him a bit longer.
Tears kept flowing, her hand just hanging there in mid-air, she even did not dare to turn her head to look, fearing that the moment she turned around, it would all be an illusion.
Bo Jinyu gently extended his hand, slowly knelt down, and embraced her with both arms, his chin gently resting on her shoulder, his deep voice carrying a sigh, softly calling: "Anran."
"Is it really you, Uncle Bo..." Ye Anran suddenly collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably, she couldn't help but turn around to look at him.
