The happiness of the past made them reluctant to give up on each other, cherishing and loving each other even more.
Chen Zhi's heart became fragile for a moment, and a hint of deep affection involuntarily appeared in her eyes.
Si Ye's gaze was deep, his throat slightly moving, as he slowly leaned toward her, his thin lips nearing her rosy little mouth. He held his breath, fearing she might reject him, push him away.
But she didn't; her eyes flickered with vulnerability and conflict.
Her inner conflict meant she was hesitating, debating whether to push him away or forgive him.
And if Chen Zhi was hesitating, it meant he had hope.
Si Ye was overjoyed, an overwhelming excitement filling his chest, almost to the point of overflowing.
He nervously gripped the armrest of the wicker chair, slowly approached Chen Zhi's lips, then kissed her. It had been so long since he last kissed her. He deeply missed her unique, sweet taste that belonged only to her.
