Ze Sheng was completely unable to control the frantic emotions roiling within him. He didn't even hear what she was saying, his gaze fixed, mesmerized, on her face, which was gently kissed by the moonlight.
A hint of worry was hidden beneath her gentle expression. Her silvery-white, curly hair shimmered with a captivating luster, its strands dancing in the thin, cool air.
"..." His expression was dark, his breathing ragged. A thousand thoughts, his very soul, trembled with an irrepressible joy.
His fingers twitched. He fought back the urge to pull her into his arms, and this restraint, this self-control, was driving him mad.
'How many years has it been?' This meeting wasn't an illusion, nor was it an ethereal dream.
He could truly see her, alive and real. He could feel the warmth radiating from her so vividly—she wasn't just some intangible, untouchable phantom.
