I am Afraid

Yu Xi's voice was so small and pitiful, like a small, lit candle in the dark that flickered lightly and hazily. A candle with a fire so slight and weak that even the weakest wind could snuff out its fire with a wave, thus obscuring everything in inky black darkness.

Right now, Yu Xi was like a drowning child who had finally, and rather desperately, caught onto a driftwood log floating on the river. And this driftwood log was the one thing that had saved her life, so once she had caught it in her hold, she refused to let go no matter what.

The young woman's hands gradually climbed up to Lu Bai's neck. With a hard tug, the young man was pulled down by the sudden force and then hugged tightly, his lips crashing into her own.

The young man's heart involuntarily skipped a beat.