Lu Weixi stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror. Qin Zhiyou glanced down, his eyes level with hers in the mirror.
The two of them looked at each other through the mirror, and for a moment, Lu Weixi's mind went blank. She opened her mouth, intending to say something, but when she tried to speak, nothing came out.
Unexpectedly, Qin Zhiyou cupped her chin, turning her face towards him, and leaned in.
They hadn't been intimate in quite some time. Initially, it was because they had been too busy. Then it was because of the incident with Liu Yiyi. She had hardly been able to contain her anger at him, not to mention muster any affection. Now, with her mother critically ill, even though she had regained consciousness, her troubles multiplied and loomed like dark clouds over her heart.
Qin Zhiyou's arm curled around her from behind, resting upon her shoulder blade. He scarcely dared to look up at his own reflection in the mirror.
