Liora's heart stopped. She stared at the man standing in the doorway, her mind refusing to believe what her eyes were seeing. Her dry lips trembled, her throat tightening with disbelief.
"...Liang Zihan?"
The name barely escaped her. It felt foreign now, like a word soaked in grief and buried deep in her bones.
But he was right there. Standing in front of her, breathing and smiling as if it was just another day.
No. No, no, no. That was impossible. She had seen him fall. She had seen the blood drained from his body and dye the ground beneath him in crimson color and the way his chest stopped moving. She had seen the life drain from his eyes. She had been there when his body collapsed to the ground.
But now...
Liang Zihan walked toward her like it was just another day. Like he hadn't died in front of her. His brows furrowed in concern as he reached out and gently pressed the back of his hand to her forehead.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly. "You're not burning up, right?"
