"Did you cry?"
The girl's gentle and soft voice was very pleasing.
"It's really you, so I'm not dreaming." She laughed, her small hand hooking his nose.
Yan Song suddenly hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his bones and blood. Yun Ya coughed lightly, but her brows and eyes blossomed into the most tender and touching smile.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." he whispered ceaselessly in her ear, each word filled with profound guilt and post-crisis relief.
"I should be the one saying sorry."
Her voice choking somewhat, she said, "I shouldn't have drunk that tea, but I was so desperate. I wronged you... I just wanted to get revenge on her, but I didn't think of you... it's my fault..."
