Half-turning around, he realized in a daze that she was really back.
The face remains unchanged, the outline remains unchanged, as if all these years have passed by in the blink of an eye.
"Mingyue..."
It seemed that he was moved, longed, lovesick, and uncomfortable. Through his hazy eyes, he called out very carefully and softly, fearing that this was a dream and would disappear without a trace after blinking for a moment.
There was a wind blowing beside him, and several petals of jade flowers fell in front of him, causing the corners of the man's white clothes to move slowly.
It was wrong.
Wrong.
Conception: