Ling Yue sensed the bed moved slightly. She faintly smelled familiar scent next to her.
"Sorry, did I wake you up?"
Ling Yue squinted, trying to see in the dark. The figure illuminated by the dim light was really her husband.
"No ... Did you just come home? Have you finished your business?"
Xi Jian slipped his arm under Ling Yue's head and pulled her body closer.
"Hmm ... happy birthday, honey. I'm sorry for not say it early." He kissed Ling Yue's forehead then kissed her lips.
Ling Yue buried her head in Xi Jian's chest. The sound of his heartbeat calmed Ling Yue.
"I miss you. A lo ..." She tightened her arms.
Xi Jian held her tightly as he kissed the top of Ling Yue's head. "I also miss you so much."
No words were spoken after that. Only their heartbeat and breathing sounds could be heard. As if they want to replace all their lost time together. They value each other's existence that unwittingly take up a lot of space in their hearts.
"Brother Jian ..."
"Hmm?"
