That smile was like a goddess's, but Ye Qiu knew the girl in front of him wasn't God, she was someone he knew.
"Dong? It's me... do you still remember me?"
Ye Qiu knew that the him of this world and the him of that world were more or less different—not just in looks, but in clothes and so on.
But it seemed his worry had been unnecessary. That girl—Dong—slowly opened her mouth, and that long‑missed voice rang out again.
"Ye Qiu.... finally.... I get to see you again."
Bean‑sized tears welled up in Dong's eyes, the moonlight flickering on the slowly falling drops, then she stretched out both arms and threw herself straight into Ye Qiu's embrace.
"Ye Qiu... Ye Qiu... Ye Qiu...!"
Dong kept repeating Ye Qiu's name. Her slender hands clung tightly to Ye Qiu's neck, she pressed her cheek against him, and Ye Qiu held this petite girl tight, finally unable to hold back his own tears.
