Kang Chen, like a child, his bloodshot eyes glimmering under the influence of alcohol, nodded blankly: "Happy, I like it, this... isn't a dream? If dreaming every day... could let me dream of you, how much I wish, I could dream every single day."
Ming Mei shook her head, "No, this is real. Touch my face, see for yourself, is it real?"
Ming Mei lifted Kang Chen's hand and placed it against her cheek.
Kang Chen, who had been tightly gripping her hand, slowly released his hold. His long, strong fingers touched Ming Mei's cheek.
Her cheek was cold, lacking warmth, but Kang Chen's palm was hot, so warm that it felt as if he wanted to transfer all his own heat to her, so she wouldn't feel cold anymore.
Kang Chen instinctively stroked and caressed Ming Mei's face. Ming Mei asked him, "See? Is it real?"
Kang Chen murmured to himself: "It's real, it's real... It really is you, it truly is you..."
