Can we start over again?
Fu Zhengci's voice still echoed in her ears, and Xiao Yu leaned against his chest, her heart racing uncontrollably. She wasn't immune to the thought that if one day he returned and said this to her, she would nod happily.
But at this moment, why was she hesitating?
Is it because of the unfamiliarity over the past five years, or because there was no way back for them?
Fu Zhengci held her tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder, surrounded by the faint fragrance emanating from her body. His mind swayed slightly, her silence seemed to him almost like acquiescence.
He gently pushed her away, his large hand tenderly holding her chin, his head lowered.
Xiao Yu was momentarily stunned, too late to evade. She saw his head drawing nearer and nearer, so close their breaths mingled, so close she could see the dark flames dancing in his eyes.
This was not unfamiliar to her.
