"If you want to see the Xingxing, you can turn that on."
"It recorded the Polar Star Nebula. It's more beautiful than the Xingxing in the sky right now." He brought up the gift he had given Qiuqiu a while ago.
Qiuqiu gave an affirmative hum. "Even when I don't want to look at the Xingxing, I'll turn it on when you're not around."
"?" He was a bit confused.
Then, Jiang Qiuqiu looked at him. In the cold moonlight, her gaze held infinite tenderness. "I'll also turn it on when I miss you."
Perhaps it was the joy of a long-awaited reunion.
Perhaps it was an overwhelming surge of affection.
In that moment, Mo Si felt both happy and apologetic.
He loved being missed by his beloved, yet felt guilty for making her long for him.
With endless words in his heart, Mo Si didn't voice his apology because he knew Qiuqiu wouldn't want to hear it. Instead, he translated his feelings into action, pulling her into a very, very tight embrace.
