Yun Yun's fingertips curled slightly as her gaze fell on the faint flush on Xiao Yao's lower lip. It felt as though her heart had been lightly pricked by a needle, sending fine, dense aches through her chest.
The pale light outside the window gradually brightened, and the shadows in the room grew clearer. She could make out the loose strands of hair at his neck, as well as the slight rise and fall of his chest with each breath.
She quietly shifted, wanting to gently ease her waist out from his embrace. Her movements were so light, as though she feared shattering the dream before her.
But the moment she moved even slightly, Xiao Yao's arm unconsciously tightened around her. The warmth of his palm against her back became more distinct, as if silently asking her to stay.
Yun Yun froze, her nose stinging. Her previously firm resolve suddenly wavered—how she wanted to linger a little longer, if only to feel this sense of security for a moment more. Yet reason reminded her that this warmth had never belonged to her.
She closed her eyes and forced back the moisture in them. When she opened them again, there was a little more resolve in her gaze.
Her fingertips finally descended, lightly brushing away the stray hair on his cheek. Her touch was as soft as a breeze. "Xiao Yao, goodbye. I hope we will have the chance to meet again someday."
Her voice was so quiet that only she herself could hear it. After speaking, she bit her lip and slowly pried apart the fingers around her waist. Every movement felt like she was cutting something away.
When she finally retreated from his embrace, Yun Yun hardly dared to look back. The Storage Ring on her finger flashed, and