Ming Ansheng hesitated before walking towards the couch.
He sat down next to Su Yue.
"Do you want water?" Su Yue placed the magazine down and asked Ming Ansheng.
Ming Ansheng shook his head and replied, "It's fine."
He intertwined his fingers gracefully, with his elbows resting on his thighs. He appeared to be looking at Beibei and Xiaojiao, but his attention and thoughts were with Su Yue.
During these four years that she was overseas, he felt that mountains and oceans separated them. She was so far from him.
But right now, she was sitting next to him. But then, he felt that the distance between them didn't diminish at all.
She was right next to him, but he couldn't let her know how much he missed her.
He couldn't hug or touch her.
Ming Ansheng's intertwined fingers tightened and loosened repeatedly.
Suddenly, she stood up. A whiff of a familiar scent assailed his nose and it consumed him entirely.
