Kiss her.
Kiss him.
Holding her, he kissed her over and over again.
Her eyes, her hair...
With a palm, he brushed the messy hair aside from her forehead, Huangfu Jue's fingers carefully traced her eyebrows, cupping her blushing face.
"Miss me?"
His voice still carried a husky rasp, like the deep tones of a cello.
She smiled, not bothering to hide it.
"Often. You?"
The man's fingers glided over the soft corners of her lips.
"Miss."
So much emotion in a single word.
In the past six years, every morning, noon, and dusk, after every endless long night of work, on every journey though surrounded by people yet still alone...
This damn woman was like a curse cast in his heart, worrying about her, hating her, angry with her... but never able to forget her.
Drawing her closer, he embraced her tightly once again, then said not another word.
She did the same, not making a sound, just reaching her arms out to embrace the man's sturdy waist, pressing her face against his chest.