Silence.
The two of them looked quietly at each other. It seemed as if only a short period of time had passed, yet it also seemed as if a long time had passed.
Pei Ziheng walked towards her step by step as if he was shackled down. He bent over and reached out to touch her cheek gently.
His slightly coarse fingertips touched her smooth skin and she twitched slightly, her heart in her throat. She did not dare to move. The soft bathroom lighting reflected her delicate face and her butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered slightly, somewhat frail and somewhat afraid.
He could see his own shadow reflected inside her sparkling pupils.
His finger traced the side of her cheek and, as if enchanted, he lifted her chin and lowered his head to cover her two petal-like soft lips. She widened her eyes at once and her mind was a complete blank. All the sounds and light and shadow seemed to distance from her. Only the touch on her lips was so realistic, so real…
