And the stranger before her, Wen Zhi watched as he transformed into Shang Hexing.
Her face filled with disbelief, she raised her other hand to touch his face.
He did not shy away but let her do so.
Feeling her fingertips inching across his forehead, eyelids, nose, and finally resting on his lips, warm and soft to the touch, she did not move for a long time.
Shang Hexing asked her, "Does he look like him?"
Wen Zhi nodded, "Yes."
It was his face, identical!
Shang Hexing was pleased with her reaction. The distance between them was close, their breaths intimately mingling, making the atmosphere very subtle.
Especially since the cabin's light was already dim, his tall figure shadowed half of the light, and she, petite, was enveloped in his embrace, beautiful yet fragile.
As Wen Zhi stared at his face in a trance, she heard him ask a rather peculiar question, "Is this the life you imagined?"
Wen Zhi's eyes filled with confusion, "What?"
