Shen Jiadan's tears blurred her vision, and unknowingly, the door was quietly closed. She seriously wiped away her tears twice, unaware of all this, and afterwards, she put the little child Song Shi'an securely on the ground.
Step by step, she walked towards the man. Maybe it was the abundant sunlight, or the tears hazed her sight, the more she tried to see the person in front of her clearly, the more indistinct he appeared.
At this moment, her heart felt empty; she was not sure if the person before her was the one she had been longing for, but the feeling was so intense, as if he was standing right there, as if it was really him.
She didn't know how many nights, how many dreams, she had imagined meeting him upon his awakening.
Yet she had not expected to meet him in such a setting, in such a dreamlike place, where he seemed like a prince stepping out from the sunlight, the light so strong, so dazzling, that it blinded her eyes.
