"Han Qianyue" took her hand and smiled faintly. "Have you missed me all these years?"
"Yes!" Daiqisi nodded again and again, her voice already choking up. "I've missed you all along."
"When did you miss me the most?" A teasing smile appeared at the corner of "Han Qianyue's" lips.
Daiqisi blushed, seemingly recalling something, and said softly, "In the dead of night."
"You've suffered all these years." "Han Qianyue" opened his arms. Daiqisi hesitated briefly, but still stepped forward and accepted his embrace.
"Chiba, ever since you left, I couldn't eat or sleep. If I hadn't needed to hunt down that Western Regions Mongol Monk who harmed you back then, I would have gone down to join you long ago." Tears spilled from Daiqisi's eyes, quickly soaking the clothes over his chest.
"Don't say such foolish things. You must live well." "Han Qianyue" gently stroked her soft hair and comforted her without pause. "The more wonderfully you live, the happier I'll be."
"Really?" Daiqisi looked up at him blankly.
"Of course it's true." "Han Qianyue" answered with a smile.
Daiqisi bit her lip, but ultimately shook her head. "But without you, how could I possibly live wonderfully?"
"Am I not here to keep you company now?" "Han Qianyue" raised a finger beneath her chin and slowly leaned down to kiss her.
As his lips drew closer and closer to hers, Daiqisi's lashes trembled incessantly. Clearly, she was struggling fiercely inside. With her intelligence, how could she not know that the "husband" before her was Song Qingshu in disguise? Yet Song Qingshu's imitation was simply too perfect, as though he had been cast from the same mold as Han Qianyue. It gave her a disorienting sense of time and space, as if her husband truly stood before her at that moment.