Seven hundred and eighty-seven, finally seeing each other.

By the time the train came to a halt and the carriage door opened, Yhan Zhan strode out.

Gazing at the familiar yet somewhat foreign train station, a joyful smile appeared on his face. I've finally come back!

Lin Helian looked at the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar figure in disbelief, tears flowing uncontrollably. Over these past three years, the countless days and nights of expectation, longing, hope, and disappointment... She finally waited for his return; he finally appeared before her again. Although he had changed a lot, become much thinner, as long as it was him, that was enough, as long as he returned safe and sound!

"Yhan Zhan..." Lin Helian began, her voice a bit hoarse. Was she dreaming? Had he really come back?