Love that leads to a fear of loss, love that makes him want to fuse her into his very being. Sometimes, even he shared the fear of himself when he became a stranger brimming with such an unearthly familiarity.
Qiao Xiaren made no response, but she reached out to wrap her arms tightly around him, meeting his lips with hers in a deep embrace.
This beautiful and warm night was soon interrupted by an urgent phone call.
Si Limo's father seemed to be looking for him, and the situation sounded somewhat urgent.
"Ranran."
"You should go if something comes up. Be careful on the road," said Qiao Xiaren, her hand resting on his slightly knitted brows. She tiptoed to place a kiss on his cheek.
Si Limo lowered his head, fiercely kissing her lips with a bit of force before he left.
As his figure disappeared from sight, Qiao Xiaren went upstairs.
Just in time, dinner was ready.
One dish after another came out of the kitchen. The old lady Qiao was a little surprised to see Xiaren alone.