Su Wangchuan awoke amidst dampness.
Or rather, he came back to his senses.
He blinked, and everything before him was moist; his cheeks were wet, and when he wiped them, his hands were full of tears.
Before him were the concerned faces of He Qing and others.
He took a deep breath, and it was only then that he managed to somewhat suppress the turmoil in his mind. When he spoke, he found even his voice trembling.
"How long did I sleep?"
"Not long at all."
Yu Dandan came up close, her eyes curious yet unable to hide her deep concern.
"Actually, it was just a short while, not even two minutes. But for some reason, you kept crying, just kept crying."
She pointed to the tissues nearby: "We wiped your face a bit, but you were crying so hard... In the end, we stopped."
"Is that so?"
Su Wangchuan wanted to smile but failed to do so after several attempts. He glanced at the dark sky outside and murmured, "I thought it had been a long time... as if I had lived another lifetime."
