บท 176: Childhood pictures

It wasn't a passionate kiss.

Their lips gently grazed on top of each other. They remained pressed like that for a while, unmoving and unwavering. They simply let that mild yet sweet sensation drown them.

They quivered.

Their lips slightly trembled as they felt the other's presence. There was no rush to deepen the kiss. There was no haste to make it fiercer. 

The kiss had bridged seven year's worth of distance between them. Even if only for a few moments, it broke the inhibitions between them. Letting himself melt into the kiss, Xiaosi gently closed his eyes, and his lips gingerly moved across hers. His fingers delicately tangled themselves in her hair as he tilted his head. 

What was this warm feeling washing over his very soul? What were these emotions gushing within, making him tear up?

It felt like a dream. They shared this sweet, blissful moment. He was kissing the woman he loved so much.