They looked at each other without words.
Ling Shu extended her slender, snow-white arms, hooking them around Jiang Fan's neck.
Jiang Fan lowered his head.
Their lips intertwined, merging together.
Ling Shu was originally reserved and shy, Jiang Fan was usually cautious and calm.
Yet, one had returned from death, understanding the pain of separation between life and death.
The other knew his time was near, no longer hesitating or wavering.
Thus, they were surprisingly proactive, passionately embracing and kissing each other.
Ling Shu was very passionate.
She had been sealed away, and the last thing she thought of was the image of Jiang Fan, remembering his promise to give her what she wanted upon his return.
She thought everything would become a regret.
Unexpectedly, upon awakening again and opening her eyes, she still saw Jiang Fan.
It felt too much like a dream, one she was afraid to wake from, so she clung on desperately.
