Song Yi buried her head in Tang Si's embrace, speaking softly, as if seeking some kind of safety.
Tang Si let her move in his arms, quietly listening to her speak.
His lips moved slightly, just about to speak.
Then the woman in his arms said, "With time passing, I can barely remember his face. Does that make me seem heartless or cruel?"
"Even though I never really saw his face clearly, I only remember a vague outline."
Tang Si spoke, "Did he die for you?"
His low and mellow voice was gentle, like a calm stream, possessing a calming power.
"I don't know. I've been looking for him for a long time. I want to repay him. He saved me," Song Yi looked up. "Without him, I might not be in this world."
The woman's voice, trembling at first, inexplicably became calm.
Tang Si gently rubbed Song Yi's hair with his palm. "Hmm, do you still want to find him now?"
He didn't ask Song Yi what had happened.
First, because he didn't want to stir up those bad memories for her.
