The person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, seeing the familiar bed curtains and familiar furnishings.
He raised his hands and saw that his hands were different from before. There were no calluses in these hands, and they looked like the hands of a lady. He couldn't help but reach out to the edge of the bed, and it felt solid.
It's great that she can touch things again. It's not like the time before when she touched everything directly through it. That feeling was really uncomfortable. Now she is a real person again.
Looking up, he saw a person sitting at the table not far away, with a familiar back. He seemed to be doing something, he was very focused and didn't notice that she had woken up.
She didn't know how long she had been sleeping. She felt as if she had slept for a long, long time. Did he just stay with her like this for a long, long time?
I looked in the air, but I didn’t see the figure of Ah Oak. Where is Ah Oak? Is Ah Oak still floating in the air, or has it left this world?
Can't she see it in the future? She doesn't want Ah Li to stay alone in this world. That feeling is too unbearable.
Ah Li, leave and find a good family to be reincarnated in.
"Han." She called softly. She didn't speak for a long time, and her voice was a little strange. She was very unfamiliar with this voice. It was not her original voice.
Feng Qinghan's back suddenly froze, but he didn't look back. She looked at his back, and he looked at the unfinished painting on the table.
What was painted in the painting was a strange woman. She was strange to him, but very familiar to Ye Fei. That was her appearance in her previous life.
She stood beside him and stretched out her hand to gently put it on the back of Feng Qinghan's hand, "Han, I'm back."
Feng Qinghan looked up at her. Her features were completely unfamiliar, but they felt extremely familiar. He even felt his soul tremble. He was sure that this was his Fei'er.
"You don't recognize me anymore? What do I look like now? Let me look in the mirror." Just as she was about to leave to look in the mirror, Feng Qinghan grabbed her and slammed her into a solid embrace.
Being held tightly, she couldn't remember how long it had been since she was held in his arms like this.
Looking is far less good than being hugged, looking is never enough, looking is always from a distance, and such an intimate hug is the best way to fill the vacancy in the hearts of two people.
"Fei'er." Feng Qinghan, who had been silent for a long time, called her.
"Well, Han, it's me. I'm back, and I can hold hands with you till the end of time." She could touch his black hair, touch his cheeks, and gently wipe his tears.
Feng Qinghan tightened her arms again, and Ye Fei felt that her waist was about to break, but she was reluctant to make a sound. She clung to his chest, silently telling her thoughts and helplessness these days.
She really thought that she would have to live that kind of life in the future, with no end, no end, only endless emptiness and helplessness.
"Just come back, just come back, I won't let you leave again." Feng Qinghan let go of Ye Fei and stared at Ye Fei with an expression. What he saw was not the superficial appearance, but what he saw through her eyes. Her soul is what he needs, the person he wants to spend his whole life with.
"Where's Huahua? I haven't held Huahua in my arms for a long time, and I miss him very much." You can't have a husband without a son, right? Huahua is still so young, and you don't know whether it feels aggrieved to have no mother during this period of time?
She was a little worried that Huahua would be frightened by her current appearance.