Her Pain

"Nan Xian..."

Feng Ruqing's heart beat fast, and the sudden pain in her heart was somewhat unbearable.

"How did this happen?"

Nan Xian looked down at Feng Ruqing.

This was the price he needed to bear for losing his main soul.

"I'm fine..." Nan Xian raised his hand and pulled Feng Ruqing into his arms.

He held her tightly, afraid that she would disappear again.

"I'm glad that you could come back."

Feng Ruqing raised her hand and embraced the man in front of her.

His white hair brushed her eyes. It was harsh, like a thorn, fiercely stuck in her heart.

"I'm sorry..." Feng Ruqing lowered her eyes. "I made you worry about me… Oh, how long have I been sleeping?"

"Two years."

'Two... two years?'

Feng Ruqing stiffened as she raised her head.

"How many did you just say have passed?"

"Two years. Qing'er, you have slept for two years, and I have been here with you for two years."