Xia Wenjin said softly, "As long as it's in your heart, it is a connection. What connects us is never external things, but the heart!"
Ning Yujun paused, then nodded slowly, "You're right! Later, I left the family, and he left too. However, the bloodshed from those years often appears in my nightmares, and probably in his too. These years, we haven't seen each other! But in dreams, we've seen each other countless times."
Xia Wenjin sensed the turmoil in Ning Yujun's emotions and checked her pulse. As expected, her pulse was chaotic, indicative of someone experiencing great joy and great sorrow, with an unstable breath and unsettled mind.
Suddenly, Ning Yujun opened her mouth sharply, and though she used her sleeve to cover it, Xia Wenjin still caught a whiff of blood.
She spat blood.
Every time such old memories are recalled, it's probably a process of heart-cutting agony.
