Goodbye

Xi Ting's forehead gently touched Qin Yan's forehead, and his breath burned her lips. His voice was low and hoarse. "I missed you so much."

After he heard about her death till he met the new her, there was not even a single moment when she was not on his mind. He missed her badly.

Qin Yan's lips trembled from the heat of his breath. She grabbed his shirt with her right hand and crumpled the shirt by his waist showing her nervousness.

Xi Ting's gaze suddenly darkened again, and his lips fell on hers passionately and violently.

He could not hide his joy as he let out a hoarse chuckle from his throat.

Qin Yan's hand on his waist held onto his shoulder to support herself. He had taken away more than half of her breath, and she was now trying her best to absorb the oxygen in the air.

Her face was blushing as if she was drunk. Her originally clear eyes were covered in fog and were misty.

Xi Ting couldn't help but look at her eyes again.