She was so startled she almost jumped.
That warm breath blew unrestrainedly against her neck, his voice a little hoarse. "Xixi, I've missed you so much..."
Her mind buzzed, and she suddenly felt dazed. Only fear. The scene she feared the most had finally occurred.
But his large hands embraced her like iron bands. His head was buried in her neck, greedily inhaling the fresh scent emanating from her hairline. So pure, so clean, mingled with the chill and faint scent of winter snowflakes, it made his entire being grow hot.
Sleet swirled down, landing on their shoulders. He, however, was completely unaware of it. He only instinctively caressed her glossy black hair, his cheek pressed against the warmth of her cashmere scarf. Nothing had changed.
He had waited for so long; a wave of relief finally washed over him.
