Hua Shiyu looked at that despairing yet unreal smile on Gong Ye's face, and her heart shattered.
These past three years, he had been living entirely inside his own dreams.
In those dreams, he met her again and again.
She didn't dare picture the details; she had no idea how he had survived these three years.
Her heart hurt so, so much; she could no longer hold back her tears, and they fell like a string of broken pearls, spilling down uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, Gong Ye, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have left you."
She couldn't suppress her grief, repeating the words over and over.
He still only gazed at her calmly.
There was no expression at all on his face.
Just like someone who really was in the middle of a dream.
"Gong Ye, feel this, this is my face, it's real…"
She once more grabbed his large hand and gently placed it against her cheek.
