Lucky?
Hearing that word, Pu Yu felt a suffocating tightness in her chest.
She didn't need that kind of self-consoling "luck."
She would rather have shivered beside him on Changbai Mountain in thirty-below temperatures, rather have watched the stars with him in the car, than sat alone in the warm south, staring blankly at unanswered texts on her phone.
"I don't think it was lucky."
Pu Yu's voice was soft but stubborn. "If I'd been there, you wouldn't have had to watch the stars alone."
With his back to her, Yuan Su's Adam's apple bobbed, but he said nothing.
The room fell silent again.
Pu Yu stared at his silhouette in the dark for a while, then suddenly slipped a hand out from under the covers and reached toward the edge of the bed.
The bed was a little high. Her hand hung in midair, unable to reach him.
"Yuan Su," she called.
"Hmm?"
"Give me your hand."
The man lying on the floor stiffened.
"Hurry up," she urged, her voice still a little nasal from crying. "My hand's cold."
Yuan Su sighed. In the end, he couldn't say no to her.
A large, warm, dry hand reached up out of the darkness and wrapped unerringly around hers.
The instant their hands clasped,
Pu Yu's heart finally settled.
"Do you remember?"
She asked softly, "The night we went to South Hua City, it was like this too."
Yuan Su's fingers tightened slightly, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand.
"I remember."
How could he forget?
That night, she had been afraid of the dark and the unfamiliar surroundings. She had reached out from the bed just like this, and he had held her hand all night.
Back then, he had been full of a boy's restraint and fluttering