There's a kind of yearning that speaks no words, yet carries a bone-deep mark!
There's a kind of love that doesn't flaunt itself, yet is tinged with sorrow!
The maples of the past, the leaves of the past, our once maples and leaves...
When Zihan lifted her head and saw the face she had thought of day and night, she seemed petrified!
A glance spans a thousand years, a turn of the head crosses ten thousand!
She felt like she was dreaming again, the countless dreams, the countless faces, but only this time it was so real.
It truly made her believe that he had returned...
Zihan stood up like a fool, dumbly standing up, and approached Ye Feng in a daze!
Her trembling hand reached out to caress the face of her lover, as tears in her eyes flowed unstoppable...
"Feng, wait... I'll come to you, I'll definitely find you..."
Zihan was beyond tears, her face covered with scars bore a deep sorrow, seeming so close at hand, yet as if separated by life and death!