"Qinqin?" Mo Heng's hands trembled as he held her face, staring intensely at her.
Seeing his earnest, desperate gaze, Pei Qin could not help but tremble uncontrollably, nodding affirmatively at him, "Yes!"
Mo Heng disbelieved, how many times in a half-dreaming state had he seen her return, and again he called, "Qinqin!?"
"Yes! It's me!" Pei Qin affirmed again.
Unable to help himself, Mo Heng's eyes reddened as he clutched her tightly, afraid she would disappear from his sight like before, "Qinqin... Qinqin..."
"Yeah! Yeah! It's me! I've come back!" Pei Qin responded to him.
Mo Heng touched her face again, "Am I dreaming again? Qinqin! My Qinqin!"
"It's not a dream! I really came back!" Pei Qin reached out to wipe the tears on his face and pulled him into a kiss.
Cold, stiff, with a slight tremble. Pei Qin's heart tightened. She had died, giving him hope, yet making him endlessly search for her, tormented by hopelessness.
