Yan Song's heart was scorched by her tears, his body pressed heavily down, overwhelmed by her softness in his embrace. He let out a deep sigh, his large palm landing atop her head, his deep voice carrying endless tenderness.
"It's me."
She clutched his clothes on his back with both hands, crying so woefully, "I must be dreaming, oh heavens, if this is a dream, don't ever wake up...."
Yan Song's heart was pierced with a pang of sorrow by her words, and he couldn't help but hold her tightly, whispering gently by her ear.
"Don't be afraid, Yun Ya, I will always be by your side."
The gentler he was, the sadder Yun Ya became. She had been feeling as if Brother Yan was right next to her recently, but how could that be? This place was heavily guarded, not even a mosquito could fly in here. How could Brother Yan possibly be here? She must have been longing for him, creating an illusion, now even her dreams were so vivid.
