Fifteen years spent together, yet twenty years spent apart. Yet in the days without her, it was as if a breeze had swept across a lake, leaving no trace behind; while in the days with her, every single moment was deeply etched, every little detail imprinted upon his heart.
Ling Bufei sat by the edge of the bed, calming his turbulent emotions.
Her sleeping face was peaceful, her cheeks rosy, and her hands warm and soft—finally making it all feel real.
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