And then Cheng Weiyue suddenly looked up, actively kissing his lips.
She kissed him carefully and awkwardly, rubbing slightly, like some kind of small animal, but it was filled with affection.
There were some things Cheng Weiyue didn't know how to say, so she could only express them through a kiss.
Zhou Jingwei's eyelashes dropped as he gently held the back of Cheng Weiyue's neck, subtly deepening the kiss without a sound.
Her wounds still throbbed with pain, but Cheng Weiyue felt inexplicably light.
She finally had the courage to actively stand by Zhou Jingwei's side and face everything with him.
When they finished, her lips were a blooming red, and Zhou Jingwei heard her say, "No matter what happens in the future, we should face it together, okay?"
"What if it's a dead end?" he sighed softly, his tone filled with indescribable tenderness and love.
