It seemed as though nothing had ever ended, as though everything had just begun, as though she was still that little girl in Yan Garden, with the sunshine bright and the Purple Wisteria blooming.
Nine years overdue, tears wet his entire shoulder.
Her nose was pressed against his, their eyes only inches apart, she didn't know where she was at the moment, she only saw the night sky and the stars, and the twinkling Milky Way.
She stared blankly, "I want to sleep now."
"Mm, you sleep," He tightened his arm, enveloping her petite body entirely in his embrace, her barely clothed self carrying a faint medicinal scent, her skin smooth and warm to the touch.
"But…" she felt his fingers gently stroking her back, "I can't sleep with you here…"
His fingers stilled, "Does it hurt? Am I pressing on you? Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head, he could be slow at times…
He suddenly smiled, "Can't really sleep?"
"Mm…" she nodded honestly, could she really sleep like this?
