"Silly girl, this is not a dream! It's really me!"
Ye Feng smiled, cupped Han Xiaoyun's face, and kissed her lips forcefully.
At the same time, that tangible sensation also confirmed for Han Xiaoyun that none of this was a dream—the person outside her window was indeed Ye Feng, flesh and blood, and deeply in love with her.
Several days had passed since Ye Feng had gone to White Mountain. During these days, she had constantly been restless, worried about Ye Feng.
She feared that she had hurt Ye Feng's heart, causing him never to return to her side again.
But now, Ye Feng had appeared outside her window at dawn.
Even in the wee hours, Ye Feng still came bearing flowers to see her.
Although it had only been a few days, she felt as if they were reuniting after a long separation, and she couldn't help but embrace Ye Feng and sob.
"I'm back now, aren't I? Stop crying!"
