History Repeats Itself...

If time was a blade, then longing and waiting were the whetstone. The longer time passed, the sharper the blade became. And Qian Qianqian had already been cut all over by that merciless blade. No matter how strongly she pretended on the outside, there was always a most fragile place in her heart, one that even the slightest touch could prove fatal. The faith that had sustained her through one exam after another was for no reason other than the love in her heart, and that one promise: You wait for me, and I'll wait for you.

And now, leaning against Yin Kuang's chest, the emptiness in Qian Qianqian's heart was instantly filled by a sense of fulfillment, without leaving even the slightest gap. This embrace was still so warm, so broad, so reassuring. In what felt like an instant, it healed every wound she had suffered. It made Qian Qianqian feel that all the hardship and pain she had endured before had been worthwhile. Because heaven had finally returned her beloved to her.

At this moment, only by crying aloud, by letting tears gush forth like a spring, by clinging tightly to him and refusing to let him leave again, could she pour out all the joy, happiness, fulfillment, grievance, pain, fear, and everything else in her heart at once!

"I missed you so much... I finally... finally waited for you," Qian Qianqian's sobbing voice came muffled from Yin Kuang's embrace. "I finally waited for you!"

You waited for me for fifteen years; I would wait for you forever—Qian Qianqian had fulfilled the vow in her heart through her actions!

Yin Kuang's heart was filled with bitterness, regret, and sighs... a tumult of emotions. He wanted to speak, yet did not know what to say. So he simply held