"Who said I don't remember? You...go away."
However, as soon as she reached out to push him away, her fingers were caught by his hand. His large hand kneaded her small one unconsciously, soft, delicate fingers in sharp contrast with his slightly calloused hands. It seemed as if he couldn't get enough of holding her.
They say the heart is linked through the fingers. Ye Xingguang feels like her heart is softly held in the man's grasp. Her nose is suddenly filled with the sourness of a long-awaited
reunion. Forget about restraining her feelings and maintaining peace of mind. Ripples are starting to form in the lake of her heart.
She tilted her head back, her long lashes lightly brushing against her skin. Looking at his face, so different from the young man in her memories, she asked, her voice hitched, "Is it really you?"
"It's me!" Just two words, soft, low, but decidedly affirmative, afraid that any hesitation from him would make her doubtful.