His slender fingers gently traced the outline of her lips, again and again.
His expression was focused and solemn...
She remembered this movement.
Once, when he was in the mental institution, during her visits.
He would caress the contours of her face like this, over and over.
Watching this, she felt inexplicably sad.
She turned around, holding his face in her hands, "Gong Ye, can you see me?"
His eyes were deep, seemingly not expecting her to ask such a question.
"Yes! I can..."
"Then why do you still do such a thing..." she smiled at him.
"Afraid you'll disappear again... It always feels like meeting like this is so unreal. Feels like someday you'll just vanish."
He murmured softly, as if in a dream-like trance.
"Gong Ye..."
She threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.
"Come back with me, okay? Don't leave again, okay?"
He held her hand tightly...
At this moment, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
