It's him.

It's really him.

He's not dead, he's still alive.

My nose suddenly felt a little sore, and tears fell unexpectedly.

When Yu Jinwen heard Nan Song call his name, his heart was shaken. When he saw her crying, his heart ached even more.

Even though he had done enough psychological preparation, actually appearing face to face in front of her, seeing her appearance, and looking at her so close to him still made him feel like he was dreaming.

"Don't cry."

His eyes turned red, and he raised his hand to help her wipe away her tears, but the tears were like broken beads that could not be collected.

He almost forgot the last time he saw her crying like this.

It should be said that in my impression, he rarely saw her cry.

He didn't know that when he "died", Nan Song cried bitterly for him, and her tears were almost dry.

Nan Song didn't speak for a long time, just staring at him, letting tears flow down her eyes. She didn't even feel that she was crying until his hand touched her face.

The warm fingertips gently brushed away the tears on her face.

But she still couldn't believe that he was back like this.

She also raised her hand and touched his face, feeling the warmth on his face, her nose felt sore again, "Yu...Jin...Wen."

Nan Song called his name again.

Yu Jinwen: "Hey."

He should.

"You... are not... dead."

My throat almost lost its voice, my voice was hard and hoarse, and my words came out intermittently.

"No."

Yu Jinwen's eyes were moist and he smiled at her, "I'm not dead."

"You're not dead!"

Nan Song finally found his voice, and at the same time, he hugged him fiercely!

"Watch your arms..."

Yu Jinwen reminded subconsciously.

Nan Song shouted, "Shut up! Don't talk!"

"..."

Okay, he shut up.

Yu Jinwen didn't dare to speak anymore and let her hold her like this, but he was afraid of damaging her newly sutured wound. He carefully raised his hand, landed on her back, and patted her twice.

It was like comforting a child, and like treating a rare and precious piece of porcelain, with gentle movements for fear of breaking it.

Silent air flows around.

He didn't speak, and she was dissatisfied again.

"You talk... Just say something..." Nan Song leaned on his shoulder, smelling the familiar woody fragrance on his body, and felt that her trembling heart calmed down inexplicably.

Yu Jinwen's movements on his hands paused, as if he was sighing slightly, and his magnetic and hoarse voice rang in her ears, "Long time no see, Xiao Song."

Yes, long time no see.

Nan Song paused for two seconds, held him tightly with his hands, lowered his head, and bit him hard on the shoulder.

Yu Jinwen grunted in pain, but did not resist. Instead, he frowned and allowed her to vent her anger.

Only such clear pain could make him clearly realize that this was not a dream.

He really came back and came back to her.

In the corridor, a low cry came from the corridor.

Not far away, stood a solemn and bleak figure.
Chapter completed!