Shen You'an cried out of joy: "You finally woke up."
The sight of the girl's tears brimming on her lashes was breathtakingly beautiful.
A slender, well-defined hand lifted to gently wipe away her tears, tenderly, as if cradling pearls.
"Don't cry, I'm fine."
But Shen You'an's tears flowed even more, like tears accumulated over two lifetimes bursting forth at this moment.
"So it was you, it really was you..."
She once thought rebirth was the mercy of the heavens, a unique favor bestowed upon her by fate. But when the truth cut through the dust, she realized it was never the heavens hearing her unwillingness, but him crossing the chasm of life and death to defy fate for her.
This love was wrapped with deep gratitude, laced with bone-gnawing guilt, mixed with the sudden realization of heart palpitations, and carried with it an undefinable reliance and affection.
Bittersweet and complex, impossible to articulate.
Everything lay within the silently falling tears.
