Lu Chengfeng was silent for a moment without choosing to say anything more, for any words at this moment were pale and powerless.
He simply moved forward slowly, reaching out to take Chang'e's jade-like hand. Although it was merely a manifestation of a lingering thought, it felt as if it was real flesh and blood, warm and smooth to the touch, as if carved from white jade.
Chang'e's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she pressed her lips together, but in the end, she did not speak, nor did she refuse.
Since she had already agreed to him, there was no need to pretend to be reserved anymore, as the countdown of life had already begun.
So she might as well indulge for a moment, as perhaps this would be her last memory and experience in this lifetime.
