Song Yan cupped his hands around the large porcelain bowl, closed his eyes, and inhaled the aroma of the noodle soup and its toppings, including poached eggs. He felt an overwhelming sense of disbelief in his heart.
It was as if a wandering vagabond who roamed mountains and rivers suddenly found a home; a heart that had endured loneliness and pain for countless years suddenly found a chance for peace.
This feeling was particularly wondrous, especially for someone like him, who had long been deceitful and stopped speaking the truth to anyone.
He still couldn't believe that someone would actually cry out of concern for him.
Song Yan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
He indulged himself because there wasn't any deeper affection. Now that he had it, he refrained from indulgence because this affection already provided him with joy far beyond any indulgence.
Killing can be deep, cunning can be deep, indulgence can be deep, and so too... can love be deep.
