Torrential rain poured down, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a curtain of rain. Luo Li stared at the young man and smiled gently in disbelief. She had missed this familiar face for countless nights, but when he really appeared, it made Luo Li feel utterly surreal. She feared that it was a mere illusion, and that would be too cruel.
She stared at the young man in front of her eyes, and a moment later, she said in a trembling voice, "Is it really you… Mu Chen..." As she spoke, she could not help but stretch out her hand and try to touch his face, but she stopped a little timidly as she approached.
Seeing such a rare, fragile side of her, Mu Chen felt his heart shatter knowing that if it had not been for Luo Li's deepest yearning, she would not have appeared so vulnerable with her calm and quiet personality. Therefore, the smile on his face became gentler. He leaned forward, and Luo Li's cold trembling hands stroked his face.
