At those two words, Feng Ze could no longer hold back. He leaned down and deepened the kiss.
A miracle.
Yes.
Their meeting was a miracle, falling in love was a miracle, finding each other again was a miracle. Everything was a miracle.
"After you went back," Feng Ze asked, looking at Tao Zhiyan, "what happened?"
"...Nothing much." Tao Zhiyan averted his gaze, his answer vague.
From his expression, Feng Ze could guess that the past few days hadn't been easy for him.
After returning to the real world, he would forget everything here. In theory, he shouldn't have been able to come back.
Feng Ze pinched Tao Zhiyan's nose. "How did you remember?"
"I just..." Tao Zhiyan looked away. "I dreamed about you."
A little surprised, Feng Ze lowered his eyes. "What did you dream about?"
Tao Zhiyan licked his lips. Just remembering that dream hurt.
He had dreamed of Feng Ze, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make out his face. When he asked his name, Feng Ze wouldn't tell him.
It was as though Feng Ze couldn't see him, mechanically working, eating, going about his life.
The Feng Ze in his dream was like a walking corpse.
The Feng Group grew bigger and bigger, and Feng Ze's achievements continued to mount.
Everyone respected and admired him, and more and more people gathered around him.
Yet at that moment, when almost everyone looked up to him,
he chose to kill himself.
It came without warning, yet somehow seemed inevitable.
The dagger pierced his chest, and blood dripped down.
Tao Zhiyan even saw Feng Ze laugh softly, as though a weight had been lifted from him.
Then, in the blink of an eye, Tao Zhiyan saw that he was the one holding the dagger.
He had