Three days later, Wen Meiyu woke up slowly.
Seeing Lin Zonghao asleep at the bedside, holding her hand, Wen Meiyu finally realized that the day he appeared before her was not an illusion.
He has returned, returned.
Since getting married, it was the first time the two had been apart for so long. Wen Meiyu's heart was already in despair, but she didn't expect him to still appear at her most dangerous moment.
Tears slid from the corners of her eyes, soaking the pillow soon after. Looking at Lin Zonghao's now silver hair and the gray stubble on his chin, Wen Meiyu couldn't help but reach out and touch his cheek.
With just one touch, Lin Zonghao woke up.
"Meiyu..."
Smiling broadly, Lin Zonghao's tears couldn't help but flow out.
Pressing Wen Meiyu's hand against his face, Lin Zonghao cried, "Meiyu, you woke up, you finally woke up..."
An overwhelming sense of regained joy filled his heart as Lin Zonghao buried his head in her chest, sobbing softly for a while.
