"I know." Meng Zhiwei held Meng Xingyan's hands close to her heart, "Since returning to the Immortal Spirit Realm, I've been tormented by longing every moment."
"Me too, I missed you so much." Meng Xingyan's eyes brimmed with tears, her voice choked up, "Do you still remember? When you crossed over from the Otherworld, I treated your wounds. Fearing you'd get bored, I even read poetry to you often."
Meng Zhiwei nodded repeatedly, gazing at her tenderly, "Of course I remember. Back then you said, 'Mountains shall no edges, rivers run dry, in the thunder of winter's embrace.'
Meng Xingyan returned the tender look, softly reciting, 'And in snows of summer, when heaven and earth meet, only then would I dream of parting from thee.'
"Zhiwei~"
"Xingyan~"
The two opened their arms and embraced tightly, tears of reunion sliding down their cheeks after such a long separation.
Yuezheng Yan: "???"
The Lu Xingyan outside the dream: "???"
