Chapter 1038 - 762: Jia Lan Returns_3

Chapter 1038: Chapter 762: Jia Lan Returns_3

"Ah Lan..."

Thousands of silver threads appeared around her, slowly wrapping around the man, silently healing his weakened spiritual power...

She nestled into his embrace, closing her eyes as if she had fallen asleep.

The storm gradually calmed, revealing a warm sky. A gentle spring breeze blew, with the warm sunshine falling on the embracing lovers, as beautiful as a painting.

It was unclear how much time had passed.

The man slowly opened his eyes. A hint of confusion flickered in his blue eyes, as vast as the sea.

He turned his head slightly, looking at the female beside him. Her exquisitely beautiful face suddenly left him stunned, his breath catching in an instant,

"Tangtang..."

His voice was so soft, as if afraid of disturbing the dream before him.

Jia Lan thought he was dreaming.

Wasn’t he supposed to have disappeared?

What was happening?

In the final moments, the person he most wanted to see was still her, so he saw "her" one last time.

Jia Lan still had a sliver of consciousness, but it was too weak, so this wisp of consciousness had always been dormant. The past half year was a complete blank to him, his awareness still lingering on the battle of the Star Gate.

He thought his consciousness was about to dissipate completely, wanting to see Shen Tang one last time in his final moments, hence this beautifully illusory dream was woven once again.

Jia Lan lifted his slender hand, wanting to gently touch the female’s cheek. His voice was increasingly soft like the wind, seemingly ready to dissipate at any moment, yet filled with affection and happiness,

"Tangtang, my Tangtang...being able to see you one last time, how wonderful..."

Shen Tang awoke from a light sleep, opened her eyes, and heard what he said,

"Ah Lan!"

The emotions she had suppressed for so long could no longer be held back. Tears burst forth. She hugged him tightly with all her strength.

"Fool! This isn’t a dream, it’s real... You’ve come back, I’m by your side, it’s really me!"

Jia Lan was dumbfounded, his breath trembling. His hoarse, weak voice seemed to carry a slight choke,

"Tangtang...is it really you? Am I not dreaming?"

Shen Tang grasped his hand, pressing it against her cheek, looking up at him with a mixture of laughter and tears,

"Do you still feel like you’re dreaming now?"

The warm, real touch couldn’t be fake.

Jia Lan came to his senses. His eyes were tinged with red, but far from Liu Ye’s overwhelming anger, more like the blush of longing.

He deeply gazed at the female in front of him, his fingertips gently caressing her face. His similarly wet eyes, voice seemingly trembling slightly,

"Tangtang, what’s going on with me? What exactly happened? Where is this place? Shouldn’t we be..."

Clearly, wasn’t his body already gone? Moreover, his consciousness sealed in a doll should have dissipated. Why was he still alive now?

Moreover, Jia Lan just felt it, this was actually his own body?

His body had returned.

This was truly incredible.

Jia Lan never thought there would be a day he could regain control of his body.

Jia Lan suddenly awakened, but his spiritual power was still too weak, having been dormant and unaware of what had happened over this period.

Shen Tang knew he had many questions, many things he wanted to ask. She extended a slender finger, lightly pressing it against his lips,

"Don’t rush, I’ll tell you everything you want to know."

Then, a strand of pure white spiritual power spread from her fingertip, entering his forehead, transmitting all the memories of this period to him.

Since both had spiritual power, they could communicate directly through it, making it the most convenient and fast way without needing excessive explanation.

In just a brief moment, Jia Lan opened his eyes, understanding everything instantly,

"So that’s how it is."

Jia Lan looked at Shen Tang, moved. Remembering the hardships he had suffered during this time, and all she had done to save him, almost losing her life, even having to feign friendship with Liu Ye, his heart felt sweet, sour, painful, moved, and distressed all at once.

He tightly embraced her in his arms, the force so strong as if wanting to merge the female into his bones and blood. He couldn’t suppress the surging love and longing within, lowering his head to kiss her lips.

Jia Lan’s slightly cool lips were filled with fiery, moist affection. In the passionately intense lingering, there was a cautious cherishing and tenderness, an emotion Liu Ye could never replicate no matter how much he tried to imitate.

Shen Tang felt a twinge of soreness in her nose. She no longer had to feign friendship, no longer had to act in ways she herself found distasteful.

She could finally truly kiss her true love.

Shen Tang also became passionate and proactive, this time from the bottom of her heart, sincere and fervent.

Jia Lan was even caught off guard, kissed back hard by her who had taken over the lead.

His exquisitely white face turned bright red as if painted with rouge.

He also had many things he wanted to say to her, but the intertwining of emotions was more direct and fervent than words. He no longer cared to maintain that bit of shyness, closing his eyes, immersing himself in the ecstatic joy of regaining what was lost, expressing love amidst the proactive and passive entanglement.

It was unclear how long had passed.

The two were breathless.

Their lips parted, still connected by a silvery thread.

Shen Tang, also having been kissed to the point of weakness, flushed, collapsed in his arms.

Jia Lan gently pressed her against him again, gently resting his forehead against hers, speaking in a low, hoarse voice,

"Thank you, Tangtang. If it weren’t for you, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have had the chance to return."

Though he knew Shen Tang didn’t need his thanks, he still wanted to say it, she had done too much for him.

Shen Tang raised her head slightly, lightly pecking his beautifully red, enticing after-the-kiss lips,

"It’s all worth it for you."

She regained some reason, rising from him, reaching out to pull him up,

"It’s not safe here, not a place to reminisce, let’s leave first!"