After speaking this paragraph, Mu Jin Huan waited a long time before hearing her say, "I might like him because... he gave me a warmth that no one else ever did."
His long fingers lifted the woman's chin, he lowered his head, and his thin lips kissed her forehead.
The kiss was light, like a dandelion being carried away from its stem by the spring breeze, drifting with the wind, and when the wind stopped, it gently fell on the water's surface, not even causing a ripple.
His black eyes were as deep as the sea, and his voice was as low as gravel scraping across a millstone, "If I had stayed in Qing City, maybe I could have married you sooner."
Nan Wan only smiled, her delicate brows and eyes full of starlit laughter.
Mu Jin Huan gazed into the woman's eyes full of endless mirth, the cotton ball soaked with water in his chest seemed to have shrunk a bit.
