She suddenly felt afraid to leave him...
She couldn't bear to.
Seeing him, she just wanted to live a plain and simple life with him, all my life.
She wanted to enjoy his love, all my life, just nestled in his embrace like this.
The thought that other women might appear by his side someday made her heart ache...
She wanted to be with him all my life, she really did...
But... how much time do they actually have left? Should she tell him about her health, and ruin this beautiful moment?
"What are you thinking about?"
A pair of male arms wrapped around her from behind. Without turning her head, Christine Quinn could smell his unique masculine scent mixed with a hint of Cologne, a familiar smell, a familiar person — it was the warm embrace she had always longed for.
Could she bear to ruin this beautiful moment now?
"Hmm?" He buried his head and lightly nibbled at her porcelain-like earlobe.
"Thinking of you." She turned around bashfully to avoid his teasing, "It's ticklish..."
