However, everything she had seemed to be given by him. Qin Mu moved slightly upward, her eyes level with his, gently gazing at him as he slept.
It was the year she turned eight when he suddenly left for Paris.
It was then that she realized how important he was to her.
Her hand couldn't resist tracing his lips softly, outlining the curve of his mouth as memories surged in her heart.
Several days after stealing her first kiss, he said, "From now on, no flirting with other boys, got it? Otherwise, I'll kiss you again."
Back then, she was truly scared, yet somewhat expectant.
But afterwards, he seldom said such things, and she gradually assumed he had shifted his affections; after all, boys his age easily fell in love and quickly moved on to someone else.
And she, still too young at the time and also preoccupied with her parents' affairs, simply hoped to keep him by her side a little longer, not daring to ask for more.
Yet one day, he wickedly took her away.
