Really Miss You

The first thing Shen Mengli did when she rushed into the room was throw herself into Ye Feng's arms. At that moment, she seemed almost crazed, her eyes wide as she clung tightly to him, trying to soak in the warmth radiating from his body.

"This... what is this?!"

To Shen Mengli's utter astonishment, the moment she pressed against Ye Feng, a wave of warmth flowed from his body into hers.

"This warmth... is it... mine?"

Shen Mengli pressed closer to Ye Feng in disbelief, touching her own palm, yet she could distinctly feel that her own body temperature didn’t match the warmth she was receiving.

No... it’s not mine? Then... Xiao Feng!!

The thought struck her like lightning, and she immediately pulled back half of Ye Feng’s blanket. When she caught sight of his well-built physique, she froze for a second before shaking off the distracting thoughts and placing her hand back on his chest.

"......"

The instant her fingers made contact, she recoiled as if shocked, then stared at Ye Feng in disbelief.

"Xiao Feng’s body... it’s warm? But he was already..."

After checking multiple times, she confirmed it—Ye Feng’s once-cold body had miraculously regained warmth. Though his heartbeat and breathing still showed no signs of returning, a spark of hope reignited in Shen Mengli’s heart. She stayed by his side, waiting until he finally awoke.

......

"Mmm..."

Ye Feng groaned weakly before slowly opening his eyes, confusion swirling in his gaze. As the scene before him came into focus, his mind gradually sharpened.

Where... where is this? How did I end up here? And I’m... alive? But I was supposed to be...

Utterly bewildered, Ye Feng couldn’t immediately process his situation. Only after confirming he was truly conscious and unharmed did he begin examining his surroundings.

It looks like a wooden cabin... but the essentials are all here. Seems like some recluse living in the mountains saved me. But I don’t see anyone around now...

Wait, last night when I was thirsty, I vaguely remember someone standing over me, giving me water. So I really was rescued by a kind soul.

To think I survived something like that... is this luck or misfortune?

As he mused, Ye Feng tried to sit up, but his body refused to cooperate.

Huh? Is the effect of the False Death Pill still lingering? Or is this weakness one of its side effects?

After several failed attempts, he gave up and lay still again. Then it hit him—before falling into the river, he’d been clutching a Healing Pill, but he’d lost consciousness before swallowing it. Yet now, his wounds were healed. Did his rescuer do this? But if they saw how quickly his injuries closed, wouldn’t they think he was some kind of monster?

No... I should leave as soon as possible. I’ll repay this kindness later. After all, who knows what’s happening back on the cliff...

Just as he pushed the blanket aside, a familiar fragrance wafted from the fabric.

"Eh?! This scent!"

The aroma was so unmistakable that it short-circuited his thoughts. His mind instantly conjured an image of a certain person.

"Meng... Mengli!"

Ye Feng’s eyes widened in shock as he whispered her name. His heartbeat quickened as he stared at the blanket covering him.

Could it really be Mengli? But... wasn’t she missing?

Desperate to confirm, he grabbed the blanket and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. At that exact moment, the cabin door creaked open—and there, standing in the doorway, was a figure he knew all too well.

Ye Feng froze, his grip tightening on the blanket. Before him stood Shen Mengli, clad in a flowing dress, a basket of vegetables hooked over her arm.

Her slender, porcelain legs stood poised at the threshold, her flawless skin like polished jade. Silver-white hair cascaded down her shoulders like a shimmering waterfall. But most captivating were her crimson eyes—just one glance could send hearts aflutter.

"Meng... Mengli?"

The blanket slipped from Ye Feng’s hands as he gaped at the miraculous sight before him. His expression was that of a devout worshipper beholding a deity, filled with reverence and longing.

Clatter.

The basket fell from Shen Mengli’s hands the moment Ye Feng spoke her name. Before he could say another word, she dashed forward and threw herself into his embrace.

"Xiao Feng!"

At first, Ye Feng thought this must be a dream—until Shen Mengli’s soft body pressed against him, her cheek nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Only then did reality sink in.

"Mengli, is it really you?"

His voice trembled. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined Shen Mengli would be the one to appear before him. This was nothing short of a miracle.

"Silly, of course it’s me."

Shen Mengli clung to him, unwilling to let go, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "I won’t leave you. Not ever again. I’m staying with you forever."

"It’s... really you, Mengli..."

Ye Feng wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin gently atop her head, overwhelmed with relief. "Thank goodness... I thought something terrible had happened to you... Thank goodness..."

"Xiao Feng..."

Though her heart still raced with excitement, Shen Mengli reluctantly pulled back just enough to look at him. As much as she loved holding him, she wanted—no, needed—to see his face.

Truthfully, she hadn’t expected Ye Feng to wake up so soon. Part of her had wondered if she’d gone mad, imagining signs of his revival. But miracles did exist—because here he was, "resurrected" right before her eyes. This only strengthened her resolve to cherish him, her love for him reaching its zenith.

"Xiao Feng, I missed you so much~"

Without a care for propriety, Shen Mengli kicked off her boots and climbed onto the bed. Despite Ye Feng’s weakened state, she playfully pushed him back down, straddling him with a grin.

"I really missed you~"