"Shaoying…" She tiptoed and gently kissed his forehead, nose, and corner of his lips. Finally, her soft lips met his.
He was immersed in the bliss of this kiss. He closed his eyes, lashes fluttering.
Is this a dream? Vaguely, a silent voice seemed to be asking him.
"Qingcheng, am I dreaming?"
"Dreaming?" She chuckled. "How can this be a dream? I feel worried and afraid. Is this a dream?"
"Qingcheng…" Gong Shaoying finally could not take it anymore and buried his face in her neck, unable to hold back his tears. "I miss you so much!" Those words barely expressed how he felt.
He seemed to recall the first time the two of them met. She was beautiful and compelling. When she turned back and smiled, he fell in love at once. When they were swimming in the lake, he hugged her and kissed her ears, expressing his admiration for her.
