All the longing of these past four years converged at this moment.
"Qiqi, my Qiqi..."
He was so excited he was incoherent.
He held her tightly in his arms, for a long time, then released her, his fingers lifting her chin, looking at the little face that had appeared in his dreams countless times.
His slender fingers traced over her features, cautiously, repeatedly delineating those contours.
As if to determine whether this was really her.
She was dazed, motionless for a while, with a strange feeling in her heart.
As if everything he had done was just her imagination.
Yes, he had once ruthlessly tried to abandon her.
Again and again, he dealt heartless blows.
Could it all have vanished with the passage of time, blown away with the wind?
Did he lose his memory again, forget?
"He Yingdong, it's me!"
She gazed at him thoughtfully.
"You silly girl, you're different from the dream. Your hair has grown so long. You're thinner..."
He held her, mumbling nonsensical words.
