Xia Ya stood on the grass beneath the tree, looking up at Xiao Wu on the branch. Her pink dress with white and violet accents hung down, as did her long scorpion-tail braid.
Compared to when they had parted, she had grown more mature and even more beautiful.
Xiao Wu suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils trembling. Her wariness and urge to attack the silent approaching figure vanished completely the moment she saw that handsome, slender figure standing on the grass.
All of it disappeared.
"..."
The figure she had thought of day and night was reflected in her pink eyes. Xia...
She even thought she was hallucinating.
Xia Yan stood beneath the tree and softly called, "Xiao Wu..."
The familiar voice rang beside her ears. Xiao Wu's eyes trembled, and her mind went blank. She did not know why Xia Yan had appeared, but her body reacted faster than her thoughts. She had already rushed over, thrown herself into his arms, and hugged him tightly.
"Xia Yan!"
Even if this was only a fleeting illusion, she had to seize it!
The moment they embraced, the warmth of his body kept telling her—
This was not fake. This was not fake. This was not fake...
The two held each other tightly. Xiao Wu wished she could press her body and soul completely against Xia Yan's and never be separated from him again!
"Xia Yan... Xia Yan..."
Again and again, she softly called his name, afraid that the next second she would wake up and be unable to find him.
"Ah..."
Xia Yan answered softly and held her.
Xiao Wu had grown taller. Her forehead now reached his neck.
After that brief tenderness,
Xiao Wu sensed that something was wrong. She raised her head to look at him, unable to understand.