C297 The Truth of the Mirror

In his drowsiness, the only warmth that the palm could grasp was his voice.

Faintly, someone used a warm hand to constantly touch my face and muttered, "Xue Er, wake up okay? I don't want to lose you again."

I'm not dead.

In the dream, it was as if someone had kissed me, a very gentle kiss, with a familiar smell.

I slowly woke up to the sound of the rain