Su Yan remained silent for a long time, finally slowly opening her eyes.
She looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar face in front of her, "Promise me."
Shen Chizheng gently patted her back, carefully soothing her, "Okay, I promise, I promise."
Su Yan leaned into his embrace, crying so hard she couldn't catch her breath.
She kept choking, even breathing was difficult, "Shen Chizheng, it's been over three years, I've waited for you for more than three years... Since you weren't dead, why did you refuse to appear, why didn't you come to find me?"
"Back then I indeed came close to dying," Shen Chizheng pulled her body tightly against his, "but the ring on my chest eased the impact of the bullet, so I was lucky to survive."
Su Yan's tightly clenched fingers slowly relaxed, blood returning to her fingertips.
