His nose was straight, with clean and sharp lines, carrying a trace of youthful naivety, yet exuding the determination and maturity of adulthood.
His lips were slightly pursed, the corners slightly upturned, as if he had dreamed of something happy.
Liu Qingning lifted her charming face and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water.
This was Tang Song, her Tang Song.
Whether it be Wen Ruan or Su Yu, she would not back down, nor give up on him.
Liu Qingning snuggled closer to his embrace, counting his heartbeats, and gently closed her eyes.
The pain seemed to become insignificant in this moment.
No idea how much time had passed.
Half awake, half dreaming, the hand on her waist moved gently, and her cheek was kissed once.
"What are you doing..." Liu Qingning murmured, her ample breasts inadvertently brushing against his arm.
"Keep sleeping." Tang Song said softly, sitting up and quietly getting out of bed.
