Even if she thought it was an illusion, even if she had had this illusion countless times over the past month. She still looked towards the direction from which the voice came, just like the illusions before.
Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure.
As cold and aloof as always, standing tall like jade.
Tears blurred her vision, making the figure before her seem elusive.
She dared not confirm whether she had again fallen into an illusion, standing there stunned.
The crowd noticed her dazed state, and followed her gaze, only to see Ye Yiheng standing there, smiling at Leng Yu Yan.
"Yanyan." He called out again, opening his arms, "I'm back."
Leng Yu Yan's tears gushed out instantly, and she rushed towards him.
The two embraced each other.
"You've finally come back, I knew you were still alive."
Though she spoke these words, she still tearfully raised her head, deeply looking at the man before her, fearing that this encounter was a dream.
