But all of this is like an hourglass, disappearing through his fingers even before his strength fades.
A lingering kiss, neither willing to let go, pulling each other tight as if trying to merge into their very bones.
How wonderful it would be if they could really merge into one? They wouldn't have to love with such hardship. Tong Ran thought, Mo Nanjue thought too, if reincarnation is true, in their next life, they wouldn't want to be mandarin ducks or celestial beings, just two ordinary birds, the plainest would be best.
The tense nerves completely relaxed because of the kiss, Tong Ran couldn't even remember how she fell asleep. Vaguely, someone held a towel and wiped her face and body, she didn't move, an inexplicable sense of peace swept over her, she closed her eyes and had a restful sleep.
The next morning she awoke.
Tong Ran rubbed her eyes and sat up, just as the servant came in with her clothes. She freshened up and went downstairs, not seeing anyone in the living room.
