Ning Li's soft cheek was pressed against Lu Huaiyu's hand, and her hot breath spilled onto his palm as she spoke.
Her voice was very soft with a faint nasal tone.
It sounded soft and bitter.
Lu Huaiyu's eyes grew more intense.
He had never seen this side of Ning Li before.
It seemed as if she had hidden all her grievances for too long until it had finally burst out.
Every word she spoke had such an undisguised dependence on him as if he had made her wait for a long, long time.
Lu Huaiyu knelt on one knee in front of Ning Li and cupped her face.
As he approached, the smell of alcohol on her became a little stronger.
'Was she...drunk?'
Lu Huaiyu's heart clenched. His actions and voice became more gentle as he coaxed her. "I'm sorry that I'm late."
Ning Li rubbed her face on his hand again like a kitten. A teardrop flowed out from one of her eyes.
She gently sniffled and leaned in closer to him.
