Yuan Su instinctively wanted to chase that softness, to part his lips and capture it, to turn that fleeting touch into something he could claim forever.
The veins on the back of his hand bulged, his knuckles whitening with the force.
He wanted to hold on to something.
To her, to that vanishing touch, to this moment that had spun so far out of control it made his heart tremble.
He wanted to hold on like a madman.
But that butterfly had flown away.
Leaving only a breeze that sent his senses reeling.
Pu Yu pulled away faster than he did.
Once she realized she had accidentally brushed the corner of his lips, she was so embarrassed she nearly fainted, not daring to look at Yuan Su's reaction.
She settled back onto her heels and lowered her head, her entire face burning scarlet.
Did that count as a kiss?
She didn't even know how she'd found the courage to kiss him. All she knew was that her mind had gone blank, and her ears were filled with her own racing heartbeat.
The whistle sounded again.
This was the final call.
Pu Yu snapped out of it. Like a little thief who had gotten away with something, or a panicked deserter, she turned and stepped onto the train.
She even forgot to look back and say goodbye.
Yuan Su stood where he was, watching her enter the carriage.
Her white-clad figure flashed through the narrow aisle, then quickly vanished from sight.
The cold wind swept grains of snow into his face, but he felt none of it.
All he felt was the lingering heat on that tiny patch of skin at the corner of his lips.
He raised a hand, his fingertips hovering in the air. In the end, with immense