"Aike, I'm leaving."
Sunlight spilled onto the large bed, where a disheveled man and woman leaned against each other.
Their gazes were caught in a reluctant entanglement.
The man stared deeply at the woman's face, his eyes brimming with overwhelming affection, a sentiment so moving it was almost unbearable.
"Can't you stay for me?"
Though the woman's eyes showed traces of emotion, she quickly shook her head, "I can't stay."
"Then can I come with you? I can request a transfer..."
"No."
The woman cut him off coldly: "The bond between us ends here."
"No..." The man clutched her tightly, his grip so firm it nearly left her breathless.
Pressed against his broad chest, listening to the fierce rhythm of his heartbeat, Mei Qingdai felt her blood ignite. She kissed him recklessly, as though the world were about to end, consumed by a desperate fervor.
