Three years without seeing each other, they have a lot to say.
However, at this very moment, even sitting face-to-face, even without saying a word, they still feel very sweet.
He traced her facial contours with his finger, "Did you get married?"
"Pfft!"
She burst into laughter.
"Take a guess!"
He slightly curled his lips, still recalling her appearance at eighteen.
A young face, crimson lips, and skin full of vitality.
He greedily drank in her scent, occasionally kissing her strands of hair lightly.
The scent on her brought him peace.
Hua Shiyu remembered when she came in with the attending doctor earlier; the doctor had mentioned that when Gong Ye's illness acts up, he can be very violent.
Capable of hurting others, so she should be cautious.
But at this moment, to her, Gong Ye seemed like a gentle deer.
Not only lacking aggression, but also very tender.
Even his voice was so soft and slow, like a drifting cloud.
"You can't marry anyone; you're my woman, forever!"
