I don’t know how long it took, but Zi Jin, who had been half asleep, finally woke up. After gathering himself, Zi Jin realized that all the people who appeared in the dream this time were Ming Xuan.
How wonderful the short days on Dafo Mountain are!
But I'm afraid I will never have the chance in this life to see his smile for the first time when I wake up and open my eyes again.
Zi Jin blinked, only to find that the tears on his face had dried. It was so painful to blink his eyes at this time.
Who said tears can relieve heartache? Why did my heart hurt even more after I shed tears?
Zijin wiped the wet tears from the corner of his eyes with his sleeve,
In the blink of an eye, I saw a person standing in the room. He was dressed in white and had a long body.
Even in this dark night that can drown all the good things,
His figure is still clear, upright, warm, and friendly.
Is it him? Am I dreaming? Why does he appear in the palace?
Zi Jin opened his mouth and wanted to call his name, but his voice was choked in his throat and could not be released.
But the tears couldn't stop flowing down.
It's not a dream, the tears are still hot,
This is not a dream, this is real, he is really here, he is really in front of me, he...
"Mingxuan..."
The sound was as low as the moan of a mosquito, but Zijin felt as if all his strength had been exhausted.
The man's body trembled violently and turned around slowly:
Those eyes that are as bright as the vast sea of stars,
That nose as tall as an eagle's beak,
Those red, thin, brightly curved lips,
That chin with sharp edges and corners like a sculpture,
Also, there is the smile on his lips that is always as warm as the winter sun...
Almost the moment Zijin saw Mingxuan's smile, he couldn't control it anymore and started to cry loudly with a hoarse voice.
This feeling is like suddenly grabbing the life-saving sailboat when it is about to be swallowed by the stormy waves.