Leng Zimo remembered that face, and he also remembered that name.
Yes, it was this face, this person, she was Luo Xiaoqian, his Luo Xiaoqian.
"Xiao Qian!"
He laughed and spread his arms, holding her tightly.
In the end, he only embraced emptiness.
"Xiao Qian!"
Leng Zimo shouted urgently.
Feeling his hand tightly grasping hers, hearing him murmur her name.
Luo Xiaoqian held his hand even tighter, raising her other hand to touch his face, bending over, her voice infinitely gentle.
A familiar voice seemed to come across from thousands of miles away, initially muddled, then gradually clear.
"I'm here, Zimo, I am Xiao Qian, your Luo Xiaoqian, I'm here, right in front of you, open your eyes and see me..."
His Luo Xiaoqian?!
Leng Zimo suddenly opened his eyes.
The strong light pierced into his eyes, so painful, his vision blurry as if looking through glass covered in dust, he refused to blink, just staring hard.
