Chang'e reached out and pulled Ding Ling into her arms, resting her head against his chest, a blissful smile appearing on her face:
"Yi, you're here. You promised me you'd come find me when the laurel bloomed. You did it."
Ding Ling's body went rigid; he didn't dare move a muscle, afraid that any sudden motion might cause this remnant body of Chang'e's to scatter.
He himself was utterly bewildered.
He had only been standing there watching Chang'e, so how had Chang'e found him, and why was she calling him Yi?
Yi?!
Did she mean Hou Yi?
Had Chang'e mistaken him for Hou Yi?
Just as Ding Ling was in a daze, one of Chang'e's jade-like hands was already brushing over his brow and eyes.
Her jade hand was broken.
But that didn't affect her in the least when it came to doing some simple movements.
