This Must be a Dream

The mask dropped from Hou Jingshu’s nerveless fingers. She brought a hand to cover her mouth. Her eyes stung, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stared at the face that had been hidden for so long, a face she would recognize anywhere.

He’s grown more mature… and more handsome.

Those were her first thoughts. The young man before her had very pale skin, possibly because he had been covering his face with a mask for so long. His eyes were a kind brown. They exuded a quiet confidence and profound sorrow. She could only imagine what horrors he must have gone through to have eyes like that. His chin was a bit narrow and his face a tad feminine, but he still retained many masculine traits like his strong jaw and nose.

Is this real?