There was a twinge of sadness in Lu Jinwen's heart. He felt that she was like this colorful dandelion. She was going to be blown away and he could not catch hold of her at all.
He walked ahead, extended his strong arm and held her in his embrace.
His soft lips kissed her silky hair repeatedly. He had almost used all his strength to embrace her, as if he could not wait to assimilate her into his flesh and bone. He buried his head in her neck and muttered in a hoarse voice, "Xuanji, how did we become like this?"
Lin Xuanji just stood there without moving. Her hands were hanging down by her sides and she did not hug him back. A small curve crossed her red lips. "We've both made mistakes, and so we've both paid the consequence of wasting half of our lives."
The consequence of wasting half of their lives was undeniably tragic.
