After I transmigrated, the cold king clung to me every day.

Chapter 327 Reality and Dreams

At this moment, Murong Yi quietly walked up behind Lin Qianqian, stretched out his long arm, gently wrapped his arms around her, and affectionately rested his chin on her shoulder, softly laughing, "What are you thinking about!"

Lin Qianqian stiffened slightly, then relaxed, turned her head, her eyes curved into crescents, gently pursed her lips, and gave a gentle smile, softly replying, "No."

Looking at her, Murong Yi felt a surge of tenderness in her heart. She leaned down slightly and kissed her rosy cheek, her warm breath brushing against her ear as she softly said, "Huan'er has finally overcome her hardships and has a happy ending. You don't need to worry anymore!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian gradually fell into deep thought. She frowned slightly, and a trace of melancholy flashed in her eyes, as if she were recalling those difficult past experiences.

A moment later, she slowly turned around, her hands unconsciously clutching the hem of her dress. She looked up at Murong Yi, her eyes filled with deep affection and longing. Her gentle gaze held a peace that had weathered many storms. She said softly, "Your Highness, this journey has felt like a dream. Countless hardships and dangers, every step was breathtaking. So many times I felt I couldn't go on, but the thought of you by my side gave me the courage to keep going. Thankfully, you've always been there for me."

Hearing her words, Murong Yi felt a pang of tenderness in his heart. He pulled her into a tight embrace, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones. He gently stroked her hair and murmured, "For the rest of my life, no matter what storms I face, I will never let you face them alone again."

In the quiet night, the two embraced, the moonlight casting a gentle silver glow upon them. At this moment, time itself seemed to be immersed in this tranquility and sweetness.

Lin Qianqian leaned against Murong Yi's chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, steady and firm, as if it were a reassuring drumbeat in her life.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze piercing through the hazy moonlight to the night-shrouded sky, her thoughts drifting like a runaway horse back to those dreamlike past events.

"Is this moment real, or am I still in a dream?" she murmured to herself, her mind filled with a sense of disorientation and unreality.

In her mind, time travel was something that only existed in novels and fantasies, but now she was experiencing it firsthand, which she still found hard to believe. Those days in the modern world, with their bustling streets and convenient, efficient technology, seemed like only yesterday. But now, before her stood antique pavilions and towers, in the gentle whispers of Murong Yi, and she was dressed in light and flowing ancient costumes.

She gently closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, trying to find a moment of peace amidst her chaotic thoughts. For so long, she had struggled and persevered in this unfamiliar world, experiencing loneliness and hardship. Every time she encountered difficulties, she felt she might not make it through. But the gears of fate, unexpectedly, brought Murong Yi to her side. His appearance was like a ray of light shining into her dark world.

Lin Qianqian's lips curled into a slight smile. She thought that even if all of this was just a dream, she would rather remain immersed in it forever and never wake up. Because here, in Murong Yi's arms, she found the warmth of home and the sense of belonging she had been searching for all these years.