Hearing Han Yu's voice, and seeing that familiar smile, Lin Qingya's heart pounded wildly. She could hardly believe her eyes. She knew this was not a dream—it was real!
She threw herself into Han Yu's arms, tears falling like pearls from a broken string, dampening Han Yu's clothes.
"Wu wu wu..."
"Wu wu wu..."
Lin Qingya's face was instantly covered with tears. "Yu, you've finally woken up! You were willing to wake up!"
"Do you have any idea what I've been through these days? Do you know that I've been sitting by your bed every day waiting for you to wake up? Do you realize how much pain I've been in..."
"Wu wu wu..."
"Wu wu wu..."
The emotions that had been suppressed for so long burst out like floodwaters from an open gate.
As Lin Qingya sobbed, she swung her little fists, pounding on Han Yu's back as if to vent the emotions inside her.
