章 39: Having A Tempo

Mei Xing stood still, watching Little Tiger's small frame trembling in her arms. His fragility, his struggle, everything about him weighed heavily on her heart, like a piercing shard of glass that refused to dislodge. Her lips hovered near his forehead, brushing soft kisses as if each one could dissolve the pain he had endured, not just in his body, but in his spirit. The tears welling up in her eyes blurred her vision as she held him closer, her hands trembling slightly with the raw intensity of emotion coursing through her.