The ecstatic joy of regaining what was lost pummeled his heart like a stormy sea. At last, he could breathe easy, after nearly facing a farewell of death upon their reunion. He almost lost her again.
The path he ran to reach her finally had an endpoint.
Wesley looked straight at her. Xiao Qiao's eyes were misty, shimmering with tears. She couldn't clearly see his face, wanting to tear off the mask that obscured it and touch his face. Her lips trembled as Wesley lowered his head, lifted her slightly, and kissed her quivering lips. His breath merged into her very bones and blood, woven into one, with longing etched into the marrow, never ceasing.
My beautiful one, you've come.
A kiss that lasted a full minute almost suffocated the still-injured Xiao Qiao, her soft moans sounding like a hint of coquettishness to Wesley's ears, sparking a fire that burned towards its peak, seeming as if it would melt the ice and snow.
"I found you." Wesley smiled.
Damn it.
