Mi Shen was groggy, her mind not fully awake. At first, she just leaned against his chest, and then, Li Fengchang lifted her onto his lap.
It was warm in Fengchang's embrace, like a harbor shielding her from the wind, making her feel secure and at peace, as if she could ignore the complexity of the outside world and all its storms and tribulations as long as she hid away there.
Instinctively, she snuggled closer into his chest, her small face pressed against his torso, tears falling like pearls off a broken string, pitter-pattering down.
"Why are you crying, huh?" His one hand circled her waist, and the other tenderly stroked her delicate, pale cheek, voice low and eyes deep black.
Mi Shen sobbed, her nose tingling, her mind muddled, "Afraid you won't care about me anymore, afraid you despise me... afraid you don't want me anymore..."
Her words came out stammering and disjointed. The more she spoke, the more heartbroken she became, and she cried even harder.
