The man looked at the girl's peaceful face, his slender fingers gently sliding over her small, round cheeks, a layer of tenderness suddenly veiling his knowing eyes.
"I heard you calling my name..." the man's voice was hoarse as he spoke.
He was referring to that very popular video on the internet.
In the video, the girl was trapped in a raging inferno, desperately screaming his name, apologizing to him repeatedly—
"What should I do? Luo Liu, I'm going to die, but I haven't found you yet..."
"Luo Liu..."
"I'm sorry... I might die... sorry... sorry..."
When he had seen that scene, his heart felt as if it were being violently ripped from his body, the acute pain infiltrating every cell, so much that he couldn't even locate where the pain was.
All these years, she had been searching for him.
"Meimei, thank you, I'm sorry," the man apologized in low tones, his voice somewhat humble.
He slowly bent down, his thin lips touching the girl's lips.