Xia Ling received the scarf.
The softness of the fabric touched her heart.
They had known each other for so many years, gone through breakups, reconciliations and so many other obstacles. But she had never put on a scarf for him. She tiptoed slightly and carefully wrapped it around his neck. Round and round.
He looked down at her, they were so close to each other they could feel each other's breathing.
He could see her lashes fluttering ever so slightly, soft as an art brush, and those eyes full of life. How he wished he could hold her in his embrace.
She did not know what he was thinking, and continued putting his scarf on gently and covering part of his face, the same way she did in the ad. As she was adjusting the scarf around his scar, her hands froze for a moment — she had accidentally touched it.
"Actually, it wasn't anything serious." He seemed to read her mind.
