He fulfilled his promise from the past, to always be by her side, never allowing her to be alone.
He truly did.
The last person she saw before death was him, and the first person she saw upon waking was still him.
He never left, not even for a single minute or second.
And what about him?
She passed directly through a thousand years, but he reincarnated over and over, life after life, day by day, tirelessly searching for her.
A thousand years, how many days and nights is that?
Did he think of her every time he dreamt at night?
Did he yearn to embrace her?
The one who could only appear in his dreams, yet was always out of reach, enduring the agonizing torment of unrequited love night after night—what kind of loneliness was that?
And he lived with this sorrow for a whole thousand years!
Thinking of this, Xia Weibao's heart began to ache.
With both hands clinging to his neck, she stared intently at his face.
This face that was etched into her very marrow.
