For such a long time, they had been in a cold war, never once having a proper conversation.
Suddenly, Gu Qichen hugged Xia Yangyang.
Pressed his lips forcefully onto Xia Yangyang's.
A fervent and intricate kiss.
Xia Yangyang felt something she hadn't for a long time.
He always felt that, at some point, Gu Qichen had turned into an iceberg.
Didn't know when a chasm suddenly emerged between them that seemed impossible to cross.
The two of them stood on opposite banks, chasing each other, yet ultimately unable to hold on.
But now Xia Yangyang knew.
Everything was an illusion.
All obstacles were deliberately orchestrated by Gu Qichen.
Xia Yangyang couldn't tell if her heart was filled with joy or sadness.
In the dark room, there was one thing Xia Yangyang was sure of.
The joy of regaining something lost.
The bubbles rising incessantly from the heart.
The familiar, clean, brisk scent and the tangible warmth on fingertips.
