Terrified of disturbing this beautiful dream, Shi Che almost held his breath, slowly lifting his hand and carefully touching Ling Chuxia's face.
The skin under his palm was delicate, smooth, and slightly warm.
Shi Che's heart violently trembled—was he not dreaming? Was this real? Ling Chuxia was right in front of him, within his reach.
Shi Che's eyes slowly moved, unbelievingly lingering on her face, repeatedly assuring himself he was not dreaming.
After a long while, Shi Che's mind finally snapped back to reality. He and Ling Chuxia were both sitting on the couch, their heads tightly close together, and his arms wrapped around her slender waist, nestled in her embrace.
Happiness came so suddenly that Shi Che felt waves of dizziness. What exactly was going on?
