Shui Xian didn't just say those words, he actually meant it. The spaces between his fingers were like the room that had been looking for her hand. The way her hand fit into his made him realize how perfect it looked. At this moment, Shui Xian felt like there was nothing more comforting than having her hand in his own.
He and his heart had been wearing scars for years now, but it was the first time someone made him feel the beauty of those scars. Holding her hand was like a reminder that one couldn't force anything in life; either it's a conversation, friendship, attention, love, or relationships. We spend years trying to force things that deep down we even know are not worth fighting for. Sometimes, it was alright to let things flow naturally.
