Her lips were softer than petals, with a fragrant smell.
It was the first time she had kissed him voluntarily since she forgot about him.
But she did not feel it was unfamiliar at all.
The natural feeling seemed to have melted into her bones.
Grabbing onto his neck, she pushed herself into his arms. But as she pressed her lips against his cold ones, she did not enter his mouth.
He did not kiss her back.
They were pressed so close to each other as if they were going to do it until the end of time.
Yi Fan stood not far away, looking at them with his eyes red, and he raised his hand to wipe the tears away.
Now only Miss Nan could give Young Master warmth!
Like what Amy had said, if Young Master wanted to cure his illness, he needed people whom he trusted and was close by his side.
After leaving the cemetery, Yi Fan saw that Mu Sihan and Nan Zhi were wet and he booked a room at a hotel for them.
