Suddenly, my soul began to drift uncontrollably towards a higher place.

I passed through all the floors and ceilings of the hospital, drifting straight into the clear sky for miles.

In the distance, I saw a figure with its back to me.

Just like when I first died, lost and confused.

"Xu Yiran!"

I shouted with all my strength.

He stiffened for a moment, then slowly turned around, his eyes red with disbelief as he looked at me.

"Qu Xi, how... how did you..."

Without a word, I rushed over and held him tightly in my arms.

After a while, I let go of him, raised my hand to touch his face still marked with the scars of the explosion, and asked him:

"Does it hurt a lot?"

His pupils suddenly contracted, obviously realizing that I had also watched that live broadcast.

I embraced him again, gathered my courage, and said the words I had never dared to say in my lifetime.

"Thank you, Xu Yiran."

"Thank you for saving me."

"Thank you for being able to love me..."