Yan Yu didn't know how long she had slept. When she woke up, she saw someone sitting by the bedside.
The sky was already bright, and the warm sunshine fell on that person, forming a halo of golden light.
The obvious outline of a woman made her heart sink involuntarily.
She moved her wrist slightly, the feeling of tightly holding something was still there, but... what she saw before her was not at all the hand she thought she was holding.
As her vision cleared, a heavy disappointment rose up, nearly overwhelming her senses.
Could it still be wrong?
It turned out that last night she hadn't managed to grasp his hand, and the feeling she held was just an illusion; perhaps even the scene she imagined of him drawing his gun in anger was just in her imagination, he hadn't appeared, hadn't come...
A tear uncontrollably rolled down the corner of her eye.
