For a moment, the two people so intimately facing each other were both somewhat at a loss for words, overwhelmed by emotion.
Yet, neither of them moved.
It was as if they were afraid that at this moment, a touch might lead to something beyond recovery.
After a long silence, Shang Ruyi pressed her forehead against his, their eyes meeting closely. She whispered, "Can you please take good care of yourself?"
"..."
"The people of this city rely on you... and so do I."
"..."
"If you don't get better, I'm more worried than anyone else."
Yu Wenye's originally weak breath suddenly became heavier.
Even his breath felt several degrees warmer than before, blowing across Shang Ruyi's cheek, almost making her face flush red.
He slowly raised his hand.
It seemed he was going to embrace the slender waist of the small woman beside him, but hesitated for a moment, and instead placed his hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her away.
"...?"
