Their breaths mingled in the chilly darkness of the night, indistinguishable from each other. Huo Jingting intertwined his fingers with hers, their hands locking together.
"Xiaoqiao..." Between their kisses, his voice was blurred as he called her name, and then he said three words, "I'm sorry..."
Gu Nanqiao faintly heard these words, her voice faintly questioning, "What?"
He raised her hand to his lips, "It took me so long to come back to you, I'm sorry."
This time, she snapped back to much more awareness.
The hand he was holding trembled, struggling to be restrained.
Although it was dark and she couldn't see anything, she instinctively covered her eyes with both hands, "Stop, stop talking."
That past should remain in the past, she never wanted to remember it again.
She didn't want him to know that after he came back, when she confronted him time and again, what was hidden was her crying uncontrollably in bed in the deep of the night after he had left initially.