Holding Chongchong's face with both hands, Andre gazed at the familiar and enchanting features before him, his thumbs gently brushing across her cheeks.
"I will remember, I will remember everything!"
His voice was soft, yet every word carried weight.
Cradling her little face, Andre pursed his lips, finally mustering the courage to draw closer to her.
Feeling the boy's movement, Chongchong's heart skipped a beat, her thick lashes like butterfly wings fluttering gently downward.
As he drew nearer, Andre slightly puckered his lips, yet he didn't touch hers but instead lightly kissed her forehead, then extended his arms to embrace her again.
Even with such a tiny gesture of affection, he was immensely satisfied.
The feeling of a dream come true couldn't compare to the joy in his heart at this moment.
