Her hand slowly lifted, then tightly embraced him in return.
Her grievances didn't need to be spoken; he understood everything, and that was enough, more than enough.
The two of them quietly embraced, neither speaking, but unlike the earlier suffocating atmosphere, it was now the warmth of a reunion after a long absence. Both wished to hold each other tightly and never let go, till the end of time.
However, Dong Xin Yan's phone suddenly rang, shattering the tranquility of the moment.
Dong Xin Yan wanted to push Cheng Ziyang away, but he was reluctant to let go. She chuckled softly, then struggled to break free from his embrace and reached for her bag to find her phone.
As she searched for the phone, her head was slightly bowed, and a strand of hair fell beside her temple. Cheng Ziyang reached out, his fingers hooking that strand of hair, intending to tuck it behind her ear.
But after moving the strand aside, his fingers suddenly froze, and his dark pupils constricted abruptly.
