Diao Chan's voice was trembling, and her beautiful eyes were instantly covered with mist:
"Is it really, really you?"
Even though she had been deceived once.
But upon seeing that deeply missed and yearned-for figure again.
Diao Chan couldn't help but tear up, feeling excited.
"It's really me."
Ding Ling smiled as he stepped forward, grabbed Diao Chan's hand, and placed it on his face:
"You can take a good look, a good feel, to see if it's really me."
Diao Chan rubbed Ding Ling's face; there was no human skin mask, no makeup. After looking closely at Ding Ling and smelling the familiar scent on him, her eyes turned red, and she called out "Prince" before throwing herself into Ding Ling's arms:
"It's really, really you. It's really you! Prince, I've missed you, missed you so much!"
Ding Ling held Diao Chan, sighing in his heart.
