The warmth of his being disseminated into the corner of Luna's heart so that she could feel his veracity in every inch of his skin and inhale he breathed. Was it truly him who was cuddling her in his embrace?
However, he referred to her as Xingxing; did he not call her by her name and that photo of hers, how could that object get to his hand? Luna, with the realization that there might be something wrong with her husband, pulled herself off his wrapped arms.
"Xingxing," with that name, Danish referred to her again; her suspicion grew along with her squinting eyes at him.
