For five years in the previous timeline, he had watched her move farther away while pretending that giving her space was enough. Although he did not remember that lifetime, the two months of rejection in the current one had left a similar wound.
Whenever danger appeared, his first instinct was to hold her close enough that she could not disappear.
Weiwei kissed him.
It began gently but deepened as he pulled her against his chest. His hand moved along her back and rested beneath her hair.
When they separated, she whispered against his lips, "I am coming home tonight."
"You had better."
"I will even bring you milk."
"I don't like milk."
"I know."
Mo Shian looked at her.
"You knew?"
"Of course. You drink it because I give it to you."
"Then why do you keep bringing it?"
"Because you refuse to sleep when you drink coffee at night."
A helpless expression appeared on his face.
"All this time, I thought I hid it well."
