At this moment, she was as vulnerable as a newborn wrapped in swaddling clothes, desperately seeking a warm embrace, a sheltering harbor, but in the end, she still found herself alone.
Shi Mei stood right in front of her, slightly lowering his head, gazing at her face with profound eyes, his gaze complex, filled with too much that's impossible to decipher.
No one knows how long had passed when he slowly raised his hand to cover her face, wiping away her tears.
His palm carried a scalding heat as if it could melt someone.
"Shi Keke." He called her name softly.
Shi Keke lightly nodded in response to him, her eyes still closed, unopening.
"Can you promise that you will remember what you just said after you sober up?" His rough fingertips gently smoothed over her eyebrows with an unprecedented gentleness.
Shi Keke was uncertain whether she could remember her words after sobering up; all she knew was that she was clear-headed at this moment, and her words were heartfelt.
