She reached out her hand to gently pat his face and said, "Don't be mad, hubby."
Gu Shaocheng's deep eyes looked at Chenxing as if his entire world consisted only of her. He was crying, not for any other reason but because this woman had been resurrected. The intense joy and love that were beyond words flowed out along with the tears.
"Do you know what I fear the most in this lifetime?"
With each word he spoke, he gently rubbed her lips, speaking in a fragmented way. He lowered his head, covered her small hand with his large one, interlocked his fingers with hers and said, "Can you promise not to scare me like this ever again? Never, ever scare me like this again."
His hand was somewhat rough, unlike Chenxing's, which was smooth and soft, as if boneless. At this moment, with their palms pressed together, his hand was sweaty.
His gaze was so honest, without any reservation, that it didn't hide the fear and concern in his heart.
