Ye Qingxian's embrace felt so safe,
if I had to describe it, it was like an island in the middle of the ocean—not a ship that only stopped there now and then, but a stretch of land that could offer people lasting security.
Her hands were strong, too.
The rhythm of her gentle pats on my back was soothing.
Little by little, I finally stopped wailing and dissolved into quiet sobs.
The storm had passed, leaving pearly tears on the petals.
The beauty's damp, long eyelashes held a charm all their own.
She couldn't help but feel a pang of tenderness.
I opened my amber eyes. My blurred, wide eyes revealed all the adorable instincts of a cat, and Ye Qingxian's exquisite face was reflected in their depths. When emotions ran high, the eyes that should have shone like a river of stars would suddenly dim with sorrow—and each time, Ye Qingxian's heart would break in silence all over again.
She saw it in my eyes and felt the ache in her heart.
Ye Qingxian didn't openly say that her heart hurt, but she had already shown her feelings through her actions.
The young woman gently lifted a fingertip and brushed it over my lashes.
A glistening tear shimmered on her fingertip.
"Senior Sister." I called the name of the one I loved, my voice catching slightly. At last, I could speak normally.
I'd been crying nonstop.
When you were heartbroken to the extreme, it was hard to speak properly.
"Hic~"
I was just about to say something when, under Ye Qingxian's gaze, I suddenly let out a humiliating sob-induced hiccup.
Ye Qingxian froze for a beat.
I froze, too. My little face inexplicably flushed red, and I was so embarrassed I wanted to dig out a nine-room, one-living-room apartment