Gu Xuanye held Mo Qiansu's waist tightly with one hand,
while the rain cascaded down their hair, unbridled, making it impossible to tell whether the wetness on their faces was from the rain or tears.
The salty taste spread between their lips and teeth.
With a heavy mist clouding the depths of her eyes, Mo Qiansu could still see, even through the blurred vision, the madness and determination on the face of the man close at hand.
Behind her was the fierce wind and lashing rain, beating heavily upon her, but in front of her stood the man's strong and upright chest, shielding her from the storm.
If she stepped back, the storm would assail her from all sides, yet it might ensure a lifetime of peace for the man she loved…
If she stepped forward, it would be into the warm harbor she longed for yet dared not touch, to embrace him, perhaps to await an even greater thunderstorm…
Mo Qiansu struggled between reason and impulse.
