"Tangtang, my Tangtang, you're still alive..."
He murmured repeatedly, his hoarse voice trembling, as if tinged with a hint of sobbing.
He desperately wanted to hold her tight, blending her into his flesh and bones, yet feared hurting her, so he carefully loosened his grip.
Xue Yinzhou looked down at Shen Tang, the corners of his long, narrow eyes tinged with red, his slender fingers gently caressing her face, unexpectedly tears sliding down his cheeks.
"I'm... not dreaming, am I?" Even though he tried to hold back his emotions, the man's deep and hoarse voice still trembled almost to the point of breaking.
After regaining his memory, he remembered how painful those days and nights without her had been.
If it weren't for the thought of avenging her back then, he might have followed her away.
Countless times at midnight, he dreamed she was still alive, smiling charmingly at him, dreamed of the two of them snuggling together, gentle and sweet, just like before.
