Lu Hechen looked down at Weilan, gazing at her small face, which was exquisitely beautiful, and he missed her very much.
Yet, he didn't say it out loud, but instead countered, "Weilan, did you miss me?"
Weilan paused, silently nodding her head.
Of course, she missed him.
She had been missing him ever since they parted, and the feeling was quite wonderful.
Her emotions towards Lu Hechen were quite complex.
Perhaps it was a shared fate, or maybe a mutual sympathy, but she couldn't help missing him.
He looked at her, hugged her, his indulgence apparent.
Weilan couldn't hold back and softly cried out, "Brother Hechen..."
Lu Hechen leaned down slightly, positioning her so she faced him.
Weilan's eyes met his profound gaze, deep and tender; in each other's eyes, there was only each other.
She understood the adoration and love in his eyes, feeling as if she were cradled in the palm of his hand, lavished with affection.