The door slowly opened.
He saw the face that had haunted him.
A little thought...
Jiang Jinwang's cold pupils shrank suddenly, and he opened his lips and muttered.
But his larynx was so blocked that he couldn't make even a sound.
The shock was so intense that he thought he was in a dream, and even his consciousness became hazy.
He just stared at her blankly.
He watched her walk into the hallway, wearing a white dress and holding two bulging plastic bags in her hands.
He watched her turn around to close the door and lower her head to change her shoes.
He watched her raise her eyes and meet his.
Time seemed to stop at this moment.
The plastic bag fell to the ground with a "plop".
The tomatoes and potatoes rolled out and spun around on the floor.
Shen Zhiyi's eyes widened, and he still held the bag in his hand.
Her eyes finally fell on him.
At first there was confusion, and then there was disbelief, astonishment and joy.
"Jiang Jinwang, you're awake!"
Her voice was trembling and her eyes were red.
He rushed towards him.
She ran so fast that she almost stumbled into his arms.
A warm weight hit my chest.
With him thinking about it day and night, I can smell the fragrance of gardenia.
The pain in her abdomen, her burning tears, her soft hair, and her uncontrollable sobs...
Everything. Everything.
It has been confirmed that this is not a dream.
But it really exists.
He is not finished with his life yet.
Before Jiang Jinwang could react, his arms had subconsciously wrapped around her.
"Xiaoyi..." He finally spoke, his voice sounding like it had been polished by sandpaper, "It really is you..."
"I'm not dreaming, am I?"
"You're back?"
He lowered his head, nuzzling her soft hair, and asked in a daze, "I'm not dead?"
"Pah, pah, pah!" Shen Zhiyi raised her head from his arms and touched the top of his head on tiptoe. "What are you talking about?"
"You've been lying in bed for the better part of a month, so what's the point of dying?"
"Pooh three times quickly and pat your wooden head."
She ruffled his hair.
Strength, touch, body temperature.
Everything is too real to be true.
Jiang Jin's eyes were filled with mist. He held her face in his hands, his body trembling slightly.
It’s true…it’s true…
He stroked her face with his thumb, as if holding a unique treasure in the world, his eyes full of longing.
He kept repeating it in disbelief.
"You're back..."
"Makoto is back..."
After thinking about everything, she was still willing to come back and love him...
Jiang Jinwang felt that even if he died like this, it would be worth it.
"Where else can I go if I don't come back?"
Shen Zhiyi smiled.
"Oh yes, you're still injured." She wiped away her tears and tried to carefully get out of his arms. "Did I hurt you just now?"
Jiang Jinwang pushed her back into his arms.
Hold on tight.
"It doesn't hurt, not at all."
Shen Zhiyi hugged him, leaned her head against his chest with trust and attachment, and rubbed it.
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