The faintly cool night breeze swept across the vast sky. A bright moon hung high amid the stars, spilling boundless, gentle silver light that softly draped over the two of them.
The instant their lips met, the warm, delicate sensation surged through her limbs and bones, instantly crushing all of Ning Yurong's breakdown, grievance, and panic.
"Mm..."
The unexpected intimacy made her body stiffen slightly. She let out a soft involuntary hum, her slender shoulders tensing as a faint struggle arose within her.
Her arms rested lightly against his chest as she leaned back slightly to evade him, her movements weak and unpracticed.
But—
This so-called struggle was soft and powerless, devoid of even the slightest intent to resist. Rather than trying to break free and flee, it was more like a shy test of wanting to refuse yet being unable to resist. It instead resembled a gentle invitation, thoroughly stirring the long-suppressed affection in both their hearts and making it burn hotter.
Xue Mingqing felt the unique, sweet softness and fragrance of the person in his arms, as well as the faint trembling and shyness of her body.
The guilt, restraint, and longing that had accumulated in his heart for a year all surged forth, and gentleness completely drowned out every trace of hostility.
He slowly raised his broad palm and gently covered the back of her head. His fingertips softly stroked her snow-like, silky silver hair, his movements incomparably tender and affectionate, filled with the cherishing and caution of having regained what he had lost.
That lingering, gentle kiss slowly soothed all her wounds and grievances, melting away the estrangement of the past year...
The night breeze stilled, and the stars and moon fell silent. Across the entire night sky, only the tenderness of the two of them