Upon hearing that, Charlotte also felt a little more settled in her uneasy heart. In this mess, all Charlotte cared about was Henry's kiss, as if the whole world had fallen silent, leaving only her and Henry. She couldn't control the sadness in her heart, because the person who gave her the kiss at this moment, she seemed to have liked for a very, very long time.
How long had it been? She couldn't remember, but it felt like a long time. Her tears wouldn't stop flowing, as if her heart was dripping blood from the pain.
At least at this moment, Henry belonged entirely to her. She felt his kiss, his every breath, she craved this feeling, and she knew this was what she wanted.
Henry felt the woman in his arms was as thin and fragile as a little girl. Shivering from sorrow and emotional agitation, she still stubbornly accepted his kiss. It reminded him of his own deep feelings for her.