Jiao Ru threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly and nuzzling her head against his chest like he was a precious, long-lost treasure.
Shang Kun's arms remained open at his sides, a mixture of restraint and longing in his posture. "Ru'er," he asked, his voice hoarse, "what are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you, of course!" Jiao Ru clung to his waist, refusing to let go. "Shang Kun, do you remember? The spot where we were just standing... it's the same place where we got separated all those years ago.
I thought we just missed each other in the crowd, so I went home and sat by the door, waiting. But no matter how long I waited, you never came back...
Is Shang Kun finally coming home?"
Shang Kun looked into her watery brown eyes, so clear and untainted by the world. He grunted in affirmation. "Yes. The Second Princess is letting me come home for a while."
