It was a soft, warm feeling that made one feel secure and want to laugh, yet with an inexplicable pang of sorrow that brought tears.
She wanted to speak, parted her lips, but her throat was choked, hoarse, unable to make a sound.
In her heart, there was a strong feeling of attachment.
Extending her arms, she gently leaned over, hugged his waist, and rested her head on his shoulder.
The man's shoulders were still as warm and solid as she remembered; despite looking thin, he had a breadth that could completely embrace her.
Taking a deep breath, she finally managed to make a sound.
"Cold Little Devil, I... I'm so happy!"
Closing his arms to hold her, he slightly lowered his face, placing his chin softly on her head.
"Being happy is right, you've got all the affection of Cold Great General, you just steal away grinning on your own!"
"Narcissist!"
She chuckled and gave his shoulder a light punch, though her eyes were slightly moist; her arms naturally tightened around him.
