"Xiao Yue." Mo Siyu's voice rang out from outside the door. In the quiet night, his voice was like a cello, calm, gentle, and steady. As if upon hearing his voice, all fears and unease dissipated in an instant.
Tang Yue's previous nervousness faded away the moment she heard his voice, her smile brightening her face instantaneously. She put down her paintbrush and, light as a butterfly, fluttered to the door.
Under the moonlight, Mo Siyu's tall figure stood there, the soft moonbeams casting over him. Though his face was not clear, one could feel his smile.
"You're here," Tang Yue said excitedly as she threw herself at Mo Siyu.
Mo Siyu spread his arms and caught her firmly, her tender warmth easing the hardships of his travel, which evaporated like smoke.
"I've missed you." Mo Siyu hugged her tightly. He had planned to come last night, but something came up unexpectedly and he couldn't make it.
After finishing work early today, he hurried over from the fleet as soon as he could.
