"James, I'm back." Jane Sampson reaches out and hugs the somewhat stunned James Black sitting in the bed tightly, lowering her head to give his lips a kiss, "James, are you dumbstruck?"
Inside the room, silence prevails, even James Black's breath becomes very, very light.
A long time later, James Black really believes that the temperature on his lips isn't fake.
The charming voice beside his ear, isn't fake either.
The warmth of her fingertips gently touching his face also wasn't fake.
The unique scent belonging to her in his breath isn't fake either.
His Jane Sampson really came back in the middle of the night, alone.
James Black doesn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment, after the amazement, that warmth infiltrated deeply into his heart, and penetrated his bones.
In the blink of an eye, it drove away all the coldness in his heartland.
Left nothing behind.
This moment, if he were a glacier.
Then, Jane Sampson is undoubtedly his sun.
