Tang Ling was trapped in a never-ending nightmare.
The temperature fluctuated in his dream. It was cold and hot at the same time, and he was holding San San's hand.
It had been a decade and San San was all grown up, but her cute face, googly eyes and pinkish lips remained. Although life in the settlement was everything but decent, the constant protection from Tang Ling nourished her well and she grew up rather healthily. Her face was even somewhat puffy when she smiled.
San San was smiling beside him, but the heat and the cold were uncomfortable for Tang Ling to the point that he could not even hear what she was talking about.
Holding her hand, he brought San San back to fulfill his decade-long promise.