Jiang Yanzhou leaned close to her ear, his breath scorching, as though he wanted to engulf her entirely in flames.
Lu Yang closed her eyes, letting everything flow naturally.
Thin clouds drifted across the sky, and under the moonlight, the faint blue veins on his hand, propped up on the bed, combined strength and beauty.
Jiang Yanzhou clasped her hand and pressed it against the pillow. His voice sounded somewhat muffled: "I need to go back to Holsten."
"Sure, go ahead."
Suddenly, Jiang Yanzhou gripped her ankle and applied some pressure, bringing her back to consciousness.
"Aren't you going to keep me here? Aren't you afraid I won't come back once I leave?"
Lu Yang saw his lightly upturned corner of the eye up close, a dangerous glint in his eyes. She said, "I believe you'll come back."
Jiang Yanzhou chuckled lightly, "Do you trust me that much?"
Lu Yang replied firmly, "I trust Jiang Yanzhou."
