Qiu Wuji no longer had any desire to get to the bottom of it. She could ask him slowly later anyway.
What else could possibly be on her mind now? All she wanted was to hold him tight and kiss him without restraint.
Chu Ge kissed her just as wildly, as though he wanted to vent all the emotions that had been building up inside him these past few days, on the verge of bursting.
They had actually only been apart for four or five days in total. Several of Qiu Qiu's previous trips "back to her parents' home" or "away on business" had lasted a little longer than this.
But this was different.
Unable to get in, unable to get out-that loss of control, that fear, that panic at the thought that they might never see each other again.
That was the worry that had always stood between them-what if, one day, she could no longer get out? When it abruptly became reality, it had nearly made them pass out.
A mere four or five days had felt longer than four or five years.
They had once talked about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl being separated between heaven and earth, but at least those two could meet once a year. They, on the other hand, might very well be left only able to "watch the show," never able to embrace again.
If Chu Ge had not come up with a "Mouthpiece," allowing them to communicate and at least settle their emotions somewhat, they might have gone mad in less than two days.
What they had said back then was still coming true.
You aren't the Cowherd. You yourself are the Heavenly Dao.
Only we ourselves can separate us.
*As long as we want to be together, the road