The rain had stopped a while ago but the looming clouds had not yet dispersed.
Faint shafts of light glimmered amidst the hush that had fallen. It was as if the silence was meant to convey how much he had missed her.
Bewildered, Qin Shu struggled against the embrace that had caught her unawares but soon calmed upon realizing whose arms she was cradled in. A gasp of surprise stifled by the arms that enveloped her.
She blinked and looked up at the man who had locked her in an embrace. Her eyes sparkled with a crystalline light free from the squirmish instincts that had overtaken her earlier.
What felt like an aeon passed in the blink of an eye and still, Fu Tingyu refused to let go of her. Instead, he pressed her slender form against his own with even greater passion. Resting his nose atop the crown of Qin Shu's head, he breathed in the sweet fragrance of her shampoo that lingered in her hair.
"Bao'er, I have missed you."
