The glazed tower had been uninhabited for a long time, and the garden was in disrepair. The old lady had spoken about asking the staff to fill the garden with flowers, but for now, it was still somewhat bleak.
She stood there, watching his slightly desolate figure, and her heart tugged lightly. She wasn't the kind to easily soften, but for him, she always did.
Mu Houchu stepped forward. With a long sweep of his arm, he held her close, burying his chin in the crook of her neck and murmured, "Xin He, I miss you."
Merely half a day apart, and he already missed her to this extent. He suddenly dared not think - what if he were to lose her? From the moment she left, he felt a void in his heart. Looking around, he found himself alone. He began to feel an intense loneliness he hadn't felt before.
Lonely.
An incongruous word for him. He never thought he would feel lonely.
This time, Ji Xinhe didn't push him away. She allowed him to hold her.