Her heart flags were swaying, at a loss what to do, yet Chen Yi did not take things a step further, merely maintaining this utterly intimate posture, his chin lightly resting on the crown of her head as he breathed in the fragrance of her hair. After a long moment, he sighed—or almost sighed—and murmured lowly:
"All these years… you've suffered."
Zhu E started slightly, her brows and eyes quivering, as if something had struck the very core of her heart; at any moment glistening tears might fall. Sensing the faint tremor of the person in his arms, Chen Yi couldn't help tightening his hold a little. However, she swiftly darted forward and pecked his thin lips.
Chen Yi was caught off guard.
In that instant of distraction, he was tricked.
That light, dragonfly‑touch kiss came suddenly and left just as quickly.
