"Can you feel my face?"
"It's me. I'm your husband, Ding Ling."
Ding Ling had only spoken a few gentle words.
Little Dragon Girl was already in tears. Her delicate hands clung tightly to Ding Ling, as though he would fly away like a kite the moment she let go.
The man she had yearned for day and night had truly come.
He was so real.
Little Dragon Girl felt her heart leap with joy.
Even the air she breathed had become as sweet as honey.
A spring called happiness welled up from deep within her heart and flowed through every part of her body, filling her with warmth and delight.
They stayed together for several hours.
During that time, they exchanged every sort of sweet nothing a husband and wife could share.
Even Little Dragon Girl, who was not good with words, said many heartfelt things to Ding Ling.
These were her innermost feelings.
She had never shared them with anyone. Once she began telling Ding Ling, the words poured out like floodwater through an opened dam.
Ding Ling listened with a smile the entire time, occasionally chiming in with a few gentle, comforting words.
This only made Little Dragon Girl happier.
But Ding Ling had not forgotten the purpose of his descent to the Lower Realm.
Once their conversation had reached a certain point,
Ding Ling prepared to impart his knowledge to Little Dragon Girl. Just then,
a slender, tall, pretty young woman rushed into the rear courtyard of the Wang Residence, shouting as she ran:
"Your Highness, something terrible has happened!"
"Hm?"
Ding Ling frowned.
Little Dragon Girl gently smoothed his brow and said softly:
"Husband, that should be Yelü Yan, Guo'er's bride-to-be. She sounds so anxious that something must have happened. Why don't we go