Lu Huaiyu heard the faint sound of his heart splitting open and reverberating in his chest.
It was as if all the images and sounds had shattered and been annihilated at this moment. They intertwined into a gust of wind that continuously flowed in through that opening.
He put the painting down and stepped forward to wrap his arms around her waist. He held her tightly in his arms and kissed the tears at the corner of her eyes.
His movements were very gentle, and his cool lips fell on her with a restrained and forbearing gentleness. It was as if he was holding a fragile glass doll in his arms and he was afraid of hurting her.
She seemed to be more transparent than the candy jar.
However, her tears were so hot that they almost burned through to his heart.
She raised her arms and wrapped them around his slender waist. She sniffed the cold cedar scent on his body and gently rubbed the side of her face on him.
