Madam and Such...

Yuanen Yehui's voice choked.

She had longed for this day for so very long. She had waited for this day for so very long.

She had also imagined it in every dream—when Situ Xuan returned, how she would blame him, how she would tell him of all the grievances she had suffered. She had thought of so many opening lines, so many ways to question him, so many ways to vent. She wanted to pour out all three years of waiting, speak out all three years of hurt, shed all three years of tears.

But when this moment truly came, Yuanen Yehui no longer knew what to say. Her mouth opened and closed, and a few muffled syllables came from her throat, but she could not get anything out.

All the words she had prepared, all the scenes she had rehearsed, all the questions she had practiced countless times in her dreams vanished like smoke in this instant.

She merely reached out and kept stroking Situ Xuan's face, which had barely changed at all. From his forehead to his brows, from his brows to his eyes, from his eyes to his nose, from his nose to his lips, from his lips to his chin.

Her fingers wandered over his face, caressing him inch by inch, as if confirming that he existed, as if carving him deeper into her memory, as if using touch to make up for the empty place her sight had left over these three years.

He was still that handsome, that masculine. Exactly the same as in her memory, without the slightest change. Time seemed to have stopped flowing on him. Three years had not left a single trace on his face. His skin was still bronze, his features still looked carved by a blade, and his