I had a dream, no, I should say, I have been dreaming.
In the dream, he was wearing a green shirt, with warm eyebrows, holding a scroll in his hand, walking toward me in the dim light of the morning mist.
"Ajin, are you happy to see me?"
His eyes suddenly blurred, as if surging emotions had broken through the embankment. I tried to blink, and my vision became slightly clearer, but wet and salty tears already fell on my lips.
I seemed to have mobilized all my strength before I pulled out a smile that I thought was pretty good-looking, pursed my lips, and uttered a low voice——
"Now that I see a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy."
He stared at me and suddenly said slowly and in a low voice:
"It's time for you to go back."
As the words fell, the skylight pierced the dream.
——I woke up in the morning light, and the untouchable warmth still remained on my fingertips.
Intention: It's a reunion or a first meeting, but no matter what, we are guarding that side of the picture.