Chao Yan's hands looked even paler under the soft light. His knuckles were long and thin, and because he was too thin, his knuckles were distinct.
He slowly traced her eyes and eyebrows, and they overlapped with the image in his mind. There was the image of her when she was young, and the image of her when she grew up.
No matter what it looked like, it was still her.
There was a tiny mole on her brow, and he had touched it personally. His fingers could not feel the tiny mole.
His fingers traced it for a long time, but no matter how he drew it, it was only the feeling of his hands. His eyes could not see it. He liked to see her smile.
But he could not see it anymore.
He slowly withdrew his hand and moved his body closer to her. After a while, he stretched out his arm and held her in his arms, pressing his chin against her forehead, he said in a low voice, "I didn't want to hurt Fu Tingyu. It was an accident."
