"Ah Lan..."
Thousands of silver threads appeared around her, slowly wrapping around the man, silently healing his weakened spiritual power...
She nestled into his embrace, closing her eyes as if she had fallen asleep.
The storm gradually calmed, revealing a warm sky. A gentle spring breeze blew, with the warm sunshine falling on the embracing lovers, as beautiful as a painting.
It was unclear how much time had passed.
The man slowly opened his eyes. A hint of confusion flickered in his blue eyes, as vast as the sea.
He turned his head slightly, looking at the female beside him. Her exquisitely beautiful face suddenly left him stunned, his breath catching in an instant,
"Tangtang..."
His voice was so soft, as if afraid of disturbing the dream before him.
Jia Lan thought he was dreaming.
Wasn't he supposed to have disappeared?
What was happening?
In the final moments, the person he most wanted to see was still her, so he saw "her" one last time.
