Chong Wanyin seemed to need to verify something, and she lifted her hand to touch Mu Yanzhou's face.
She was very nervous, thinking that she would touch a mist and that the dream would return to reality at any moment.
But when her hand truly touched that warm skin, she dared to believe that this was not a dream.
And the man looking at her with such tenderness in his eyes, the man she had loved for most of her life, was Mu Yanzhou.
"Yanzhou, it's really you..."
Chong Wanyin endured the pain and snuggled into Mu Yanzhou's arms. Mu Yanzhou looked down at her with dropped eyelids, and after a long while, he slowly asked, "Does the wound not hurt anymore?"
"It hurts," Chong Wanyin's face still hadn't regained any color, and she had been in pain all along, but at that moment, a blissful smile spread on her lips: "The pain is less when you are by my side."
