Ning Li held his hand tightly. The warmth from his palm gradually dispelled the coldness of her hand.
The cool scent of cedar pervaded the air as the dim space was suddenly torn apart by the light.
"Ah Li?"
Lu Huaiyu called out to her. His eyes looking intensely into hers, as if there were surging waves within its depths.
Shen Li suddenly came back to her senses. Her eyes focused, and the moment she met his gaze, the tight, almost suffocating pressure finally retreated bit by bit.
Lu Huaiyu bent his head a little closer and looked her in the eyes. His deep voice became more and more gentle.
"My dear girl, what's wrong?"
Shen Li looked at him steadily, her peach blossom eyes misty.
Lu Huaiyu put down his phone, raised his arms to envelope her into his embrace, and kissed the space between her eyebrows again. His lips were slightly cool but soft, with the power to her heart.
