The man's kiss fell on her forehead, her nose, as if treating a rare treasure with utmost care.
After a few kisses, he looked up at Gu Xiaoer, voice filled with deep affection.
"Xiao Er, I miss you so much. From the time I returned two years ago, every moment of longing in day and night, since arriving on this island, from the moment you wore that red dress, I thought, I want, I want so much, even if you're right next to me, this deep-seated longing has become a habit, yet I still miss you. What to do, facing you, I only have endless longing..."
Han Luoli spoke with such deep emotion, with such grievance. Five years, a full five years of longing!
Tears welled up in Gu Xiaoer's eyes as she listened to these words.
Wasn't it the same for her?
Hadn't she endured for five years? Holding onto his photos, flipping through them bit by bit, swallowing this bitterness.
Now, she's just not sure if he won't disappear again.
