Xu Yin did not seem to hear her call, but at the same time, he seemed to have heard her. Their lower bodies were still tightly fused together. He was still buried in her velvet-like warmth, very stiff. When Xu Yin heard her, he only moved a few times subconsciously, as if she would not feel cold if he moved a few times.
He closed his eyes. Some fine liquid had crept up his usually expressionless and serious face and dripped onto the old diary.
Xu Yin closed his eyes as if he was shocked by something. He was so shocked that he did not know how to react for a long time.
Then, he quickly opened his eyes again because he had not read enough.
The diary in his hand was like a huge treasure that brought him huge surprises. These surprises collided with his broken heart all these years, and then played out another kind of unbearable deep love, fermenting in his heart.
He didn't even know how he read her mind.
