Hu Lan saw Long Yan wake up and felt a sense of relief. He reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear, gently taking her in. He couldn't remember the last time he had looked at her like this.
Feeling that gentle touch on her face, Long Yan could hardly believe her eyes and opened them to see Hu Lan in front of her. Slowly lifting her hand, she touched Hu Lan's face, "I must be dreaming..." How could he still be so gentle with her after what she had done to him?
Long Yan's hand was covered by a larger one, "Yan'er!"
"Is it really you, Hu Lan?" Long Yan still couldn't believe what was before her. She remembered that she had died; this had to be an illusion. But even if it was just an illusion, she felt immense happiness.
"It's me, I've come back, you've suffered a lot these years." Hu Lan gazed into Long Yan's eyes, filled with heartache.
"Don't you hate me?" Long Yan averted her gaze. Although she had been compelled, she had indeed done it; she had hurt Hu Lan.
