Between the grinding of lips, countless emotions interweaved, enveloping her in a delicate embrace.
Nan Wan stood there dazed, letting him kiss her, her scattered gaze growing increasingly blurred, as tears began to stir.
She wasn't quite sure what she was afraid of.
Was it the fear of facing that lightless prison alone, or the fear of being separated from him...
Mu Jin Huan's large hand cupped the woman's small face, his lips and tongue gently lingering over hers, as if painting a precious masterpiece.
In the stunned gaze of the police, he kissed the person in his arms, oblivious to the world around him.
All eyes were concentrated on what seemed like a passionate embrace but in truth was a scene that could bring tears, so nobody noticed Mu Jin Huan's trembling eyes.
...
The waiting hall.
The police chief's black leather shoes disappeared from the doorway, and then the door to the lounge was closed, blocking Liu An's view.
