Xu Qing looked at Meng Hao, and smiled a warm, beautiful smile.
She slowly sat up, and then reached out to stroke the side of Meng Hao’s face.
“It feels wonderful to wake up….”
Meng Hao looked back at her and also smiled. However, it was a smile that, deep down, contained sadness. He knew that what he was experiencing now could last no more than ninety-nine years.
“I won’t leave this valley for the next ninety-nine years,” Xu Qing said. “I’ll accompany you… until the time for reincarnation comes.”