He shook his head unwittingly, "Strange, where did the person go?"
Having said that, he turned around and left to look for her elsewhere.
Only when he had left did Wen Xian's heart that had been hanging in suspense slowly settle as if descending.
Time unknowingly trickled by.
Below the slope.
He finally let go of her, but did not leave.
His forehead rested against hers.
This spot was shaded from the sunlight, cloaked in darkness.
It was as if their entwined gestures and private inner worlds couldn't bear anyone else's scrutiny.
Her small chest heaved subtly, and when her gaze met his, her eye sockets were clearly a bit red.
Their breaths intermingled, a hot breath spreading between them.
She bit her lip, seemingly waiting for him to speak.
Lu Xiao looked at her, the depths of his cool, elongated eyes finally seemed to carry a profound regret.
His lips trembled slightly, his voice extremely hoarse, "I regret it."
I regret it.
