"Qiyu..." Beitang Feng's mask exhaled mist as he softly called her name.
Li Qiyu bent down, grasping his thin hand bones: "Are you calling me? It's me..."
In the depths of his dreams, Beitang Feng wandered, yet he heard her voice, the voice he had yearned to hear, even in his dreams. It was her.
He opened his eyes, his empty gaze reflected her silhouette.
Tightly holding onto her hand, he slightly wrinkled the corner of his eyes, as if he smiled...
A large cloud of mist fogged up the breathing mask, he smiled with rapid breathing, lightly coughing.
Ling Ran was surprised, not expecting him to wake up at this moment. Li Qiyu must be truly important, just hearing her voice, he woke up!
Beitang Feng struggled to sit up forcefully, removing the breathing mask with one hand...
His pale face, with distinct dark lips, looked like a man carved out of swirling black mist, handsome as a blur of mysterious fog. He grasped her hand, kissing the back of it.
"I missed you."
