Shen You'an slowly came back to herself from the initial daze, clutching the man's waist and crying out loud in his arms.
In the vast river of time, two short decades pass in the blink of an eye.
All the lost and found, all the long-lasting peace, all the fulfillment of regrets, had never belonged to her.
It was all just a grand yet cruel dream.
The man's embrace was solid and warm, enough to hold all her illusory obsessions and dissatisfaction, then gently provide her with comfort.
It's as if no matter how far or long she walked, he would always wait for her in the same place, waiting for her to come home.
As long as she turned around, he was always behind her.
Exhausted from crying, Shen You'an raised her tear-stained face.
He had become much more haggard, with stubble on his chin and dark circles under his eyes, unclear how many days and nights he'd endured.
Yet those eyes concealed his exhaustion well, showing only boundless worry and heartache almost overflowing.
