She looked hazily at the misty night outside the window, the man's heavy breathing in her ears seemed to pound on her heart.
She mumbled and asked, "Do you love me?"
A long, long time ago, the words Lin Chu said most often to Lu Huai'an were those three words, reversed: I love you.
Her deep feelings went unanswered, and gradually she stopped saying them.
Suddenly, she recalled those years of being ignored, she even entertained a ridiculous thought: if she could marry Lu Huai'an, she'd be willing to be a lonely orphan with no love and care in the next life.
For a long time.
Her answer was the man's silent kiss, suddenly fierce, as if trying to swallow her whole, yet at a certain moment becoming gentle, a small bite at a time, hiding a suffocating repression.
It wasn't until Qi Ming opened the door with his toy in hand, that Lin Chu came to her senses and pushed him away in a panic.
