Rong Zhi found the act of them holding each other's face a bit silly.
She slowly let go, intending to step back, but Bai Su's reaction intensified, and he furrowed his brow hard, using his left hand to forcefully pull Rong Zhi into his embrace.
"Stay still, don't move."
Bai Su, with a hoarse voice, turned Rong Zhi around so her back faced him.
Rong Zhi moved uneasily.
Bai Su tightened his arm, the grip especially firm but not enough to hurt her.
"Bai Su?"
Above was a vast, dazzling starry sky. Standing here, it seemed like a star could be picked with a stretch of the hand. Rong Zhi's fingertips touched a warm face, indistinguishable whether it was the warmth from the man's palm's blood or her own face's warmth.
She raised her eyes, squinting at the galaxy.
Bai Su held her waist, his forehead pressed against her neck, muttering, "Let me hold you, just for a while."
The young boy responded softly, scattered in the wind, ephemeral and illusionary.
"Rong Zhi."
