Her voice was so faint, like the whisper of a mosquito, that it seemed only the two of them could hear it.

When Dongfang Yerong heard Li Baobei softly murmur that name that was all too familiar, he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, as if all the blood in his body had instantly frozen, and he could not move an inch.

The waves of excruciating pain in his chest surged like a tidal wave, almost suffocating him.

This excruciating pain miraculously cleared his previously confused consciousness.

“Nannan…you still can’t forget him after all…” he murmured to himself, his voice as soft as a breeze blowing through fallen leaves, carrying endless sorrow and despair.

Dongfang Yerong slowly stretched out his arms and carefully held the person in his arms tightly, as if afraid that he might lose her if he didn't.

Although his body was stiff from excessive despair, he still took steady steps, each step seemingly incredibly difficult, as if his legs might give way and he would collapse at any moment.

Even though his whole body was trembling slightly, he stiffened and continued walking forward.

The person in his arms gradually calmed down, gently leaning against his chest, as if they had found the safest harbor.

Li Baobei had her eyes tightly closed, with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, as if she were immersed in a sweet dream.

The world around us became exceptionally quiet, as if time had stood still.

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling his hair and bringing a touch of coolness, but he felt no cold.

At this moment, he decided to stop thinking about the past troubles and just cherish the happiness in front of him, even if it was only temporary.

Only in this way can those beautiful things remain in our hearts forever, even if they are just a fleeting dream...