“Ken…! Wuh, Ken…! Are you really alive? This isn’t a dream, is it?”

“Look, you can touch me. Besides, you’re in my arms.”

“Wuh, I’m so relieved…. Ken, you’re alive… I’m really so relieved…”

Even now, enveloped in his warm embrace, Emily couldn’t believe it.

How could a story like this be so convenient for her?

She had seen, touched, and felt his cold corpse; death had seemed certain.

Yet he had returned to life.

Perhaps everything was just an illusion, and she had gone mad.

“Um… Emily, I’m glad you’re relieved, but… if you hold on too long…”

“I …