My Xiaoxun, over the past two decades, I actually managed not to touch you...
This kind of hidden restraint and rejection, was it really because of so-called disgust or because of my own cowardice, afraid to bear her flame-like ardent love?
"Can a kiss really make it stop hurting?" Xia Yuxun asked him nervously.
"Yes, it has stopped hurting. But, it might hurt again in the future. Will you help me then?" Leng Sichen looked fragile as if he needed protection.
Xia Yuxun nodded loyally, "I will, you saved me."
She knew it was he who had saved her, and she needed to repay him.
"Is it just because I saved you?" Leng Sichen's expression suddenly became lost and bitter. He had thought that their days together, even if she still couldn't recognize him, meant he was different to her now.
It must be karma!
Once, his every word tugged at her heart, now, it was his turn to be emotionally turbulent with her every action.