Joints well-defined, fingers slender.
She traced along that hand bit by bit, felt the solid wrist, touched the buttons on the sleeve…
Stopped.
Afraid to move, yet unwilling to let go, she silently held onto the person's forearm, the clamor of voices around her seemed to be a sea of mist, growing distant…
Her eyes felt sour and astringent, she couldn't help but blink, her thick lashes softly brushed against his palm, a kind of indescribable tenderness.
In the next second, tears flowed, she couldn't stop them…
The wet heat seemed to scald him, and he abruptly withdrew his hand.
Cherry felt a sudden emptiness, turned to look, but the man's figure had already walked into the darkness.
"Gavin...," she murmured at that silhouette, wanting to pursue.
The tip of her toes touched the cold ground, she looked down at her bare feet, and silently withdrew, sitting back down in silence.
The surrounding noise grew louder, extravagant laughter sent chills down her spine.
