He wasn't entirely insignificant in her heart; her emotions still swayed for him.
Unable to resist, Jiang Jinchen kissed her lips, disregarding Ning Yanan's astonishment, tightly holding her trembling body close.
"..."
Ning Yanan looked at the face close at hand, her eyes inexplicably moist.
As though all the depression, accumulated in her chest, that unspoken sense of gain and loss, disappeared without a trace in an instant.
His presence was enough.
Her hand, unconsciously wrapped around his waist.
She slowly closed her eyes.
Letting tears slide down from the corners of her eyes.
All of a sudden, she felt like indulging herself just once.
Then, she lifted her head to reciprocate his approach.
Next, she noticed Jiang Jinchen's body stiffening.
Only then did Ning Yanan realize what she had done. She opened her eyes in surprise, intending to get up, but Jiang Jinchen pulled her back into his arms before she could.
"Yaya, give me..."
