Su Yan stared at him intently.
Time and again, she was unable to discern whether this was a real person standing in front of her or just another dream she was having.
Sometimes, she even doubted her own sanity, feeling certain that Shen Chizheng really had died and wasn't truly alive, and everything was just her imagination.
Yet now, this scene felt so real.
Because he wasn't just appearing in front of her; he was also actively speaking to her.
Su Yan's mind was in turmoil. After staring at him for a few seconds, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.
"Smack—"
He had the chance to dodge the slap, yet he neither ducked nor dodged, allowing her slap to land squarely on his face.
Su Yan's palm stung, and as she gradually curled her fingers, looking at the face in front of her, tears fell like broken pearls, streaming down her face in large drops.
This isn't fake; this is real.
This man is truly him!
