He embraced her.
Gradually, he tightened his grip, concealing her in his arms.
The force was not gentle; Qin Yu almost thought the man wanted to break her waist.
It carried the implication of chains binding her.
Qin Yu tried to speak, but realized Lin Heng's head was pressed against her shoulder.
His breath was audible.
He should have said something, but he said nothing.
He even stopped breathing.
She knew he wasn't asleep, and he knew she was awake.
At that moment, Qin Yu lay on her side, her hair flowing, her entire being curved like a crescent moon, embraced by the vast, empty sky.
Only her light shone.
But it couldn't illuminate his entire darkness.
This moment might have carried a faint sense of fate, yet beyond this tranquility.
Hu, hu, hu~
The soft purring of a chubby cat came, and because it couldn't feel a familiar embrace, it instinctively rolled over, trying to find its comfort with its tail and claws...
