Long Liu froze, about to scream, but Madam Zuo suddenly covered her mouth, leaving only muffled sounds.
Jin Wei, disheveled and exhausted, stood still and looked intensely at Madam Zuo.
He said, "It's you?"
Madam Zuo trembled as if struck by lightning.
She opened her mouth and struggled to speak, "It's you?"
"Yes!" Jin Wei's voice seemed to crawl out of his throat, countless fleeting images of her face flashing through his mind. So it's really her?
Jin Wei stepped forward and raised his hand, gently touching Madam Zuo's cheek.
He closed his eyes, relying on his heart to feel what his hands touched.
The world plunged into darkness, and that familiar sensation returned to his palm, to the depths of his heart.
The face from his memory—it was her. So this is what she looks like.
