Bao Yancheng swallowed the porridge slowly, then gently set down his spoon, his voice hoarse by half.
"I know."
He felt a rare warmth in his palms, nerves tingling with anxiety.
From the moment Wen Wanzhi said, in the courtyard of Hongxia Temple, "Long time no see," Bao Yancheng knew that Wen Wanzhi hadn't died, that she had returned.
But the Wen Wanzhi of his fantasies would never return.
Even if she really hadn't died, he had never thought of possessing her in the slightest—let alone expected her to save him.
After all, the real Wen Wanzhi would eventually leave him.
And the illusion that had accompanied him for three years would never leave him…
Silence filled the hospital room.
Though he had so much to tell Wen Wanzhi every day, faced with her in reality, Bao Yancheng's mind went blank, the words stuck in his throat.
Wen Wanzhi didn't seem to mind, smiling gently as she looked down, "It's good that you understand. So don't take that medicine anymore."