In that instant, Yu Wei found it impossible to describe the feeling of being touched deep within her soul.
Looking at the man who could finally bring her peace, Yu Wei leaned her head on Liang Yichao's shoulder and softly replied, "Theology says a woman is made from a man's rib, but I think I'm made from your kidney, Yichao. From now on, I'll be a woman who relies on you, a woman solely yours."
At this moment, Yu Wei's hair had grown thick and dark, although it was still short, far from the shoulder-length hair she once had, just reaching behind her ears. Yet, this softness resting on her shoulders, in another year of summer, made Liang Yichao feel heartened, as though a sail were raised gently on the sea…
All stability and happiness are spreading, except for the fact that it has been six years now, and they haven't touched each other's bodies…
Had Yu Wei ever encountered those flirtatious antics of Liang Yichao?
Indeed, she actually encountered them during travels.
