Soulfriend

Sitting at the edge of his table, Wei held Jia Li firmly in his arms while she emptied her grief out.

Sam had intended to go past Wei's room without glancing inside but she couldn't refrain herself from peeping in there, at the last second. The intimacy and ease with which the woman stood in his embrace, it didn't leave Sam in any doubt about the kind of relation which existed between them. Choking on a sob, she ran past the cabin.

After Jia Li had exhausted herself, Wei touched his forehead to hers for a second and then tipped her chin up. Wiping the stain of tears from her cheeks, he brushed the tendrils of her hair back from her face.

"Feeling better?" he asked her with a tender smile.