Zhao Xin'er suddenly opened her eyes, for she had heard a familiar voice-a voice that often appeared in her dreams.
Was it another illusion? Zhao Xin'er wondered.
Over the years, although she had left Huang Xiao and come here hoping to quiet her heart and forget everything, the harder she tried, the stronger her longing grew.
Thus, many times she had thought Huang Xiao had come to find her, to see her, only to discover in the end that these were merely illusions or dreams, not reality at all.
All these years, Huang Xiao had never come.
"Ah... it seems I was letting my imagination run away with me again," Zhao Xin'er sighed.
She thought this, too, must be an illusion, so she prepared to gather her thoughts and resume her meditation.
But her heart suddenly jolted again, and she went on guard, for she realized someone had appeared beside her.
When she saw the figure standing before her, she froze. This was real, not an illusion. He truly was standing right in front of her.
Before Zhao Xin'er could recover, she found herself held in a tight embrace.
"Xin'er!" Huang Xiao called softly, holding Zhao Xin'er close.
Only then was Zhao Xin'er certain that it really was Huang Xiao, not an illusion.
Before she could come to her senses, their bodies rolled, and they fell into the hot spring beside them.
"Xin'er, these five years, I..." For a moment, Huang Xiao did not know what to say. After all, they had not seen each other in five years.
"Don't say anything. I know!" Zhao Xin'er hurriedly covered Huang Xiao's lips with her hand.
Zhao Xin'er still could not quite calm herself. She had never expected it to be real this time, that Huang Xiao had truly come and