Delicato: delicate.
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Zhou Yongliang didn't expect this outcome at all. He expected that it would take a long time for him to remind Yang Liu of himself, but he was wrong.
The one he loved the most was hugging him so tightly as if didn't want to let him go even just for a second. Zhou Yongliang, with his trembling hands, finally managed to return the warm hug.
"I miss you too, Ah-Liu."
Zhou Yongliang was crying, but it was not the sad tears that rolled down his cheeks. It was the tears of happiness because Yang Liu finally came back to him. Perhaps Yang Liu didn't remember him, but at least his heart was still for him. Zhou Yongliang was already so happy with that fact.
Yang Liu was still in a standing position, so his head was above his. And he could feel a wet and warm sensation on top of his head. He carefully pulled himself from the embrace and looked up at his boyfriend. He was stunned when he saw Yang Liu's face wetted by tears.
