Xu Ai was greatly shaken. This was the most heartfelt confession she had ever heard.
The moonlight was tender, yet it paled in comparison to the warmth of his gaze.
"I..."
"Xiao Ai, it's been almost seven years, you've been away from me for almost seven years." Liu Zheng extended his hand, "Would you still be willing to come back to me?"
Both of them had shed the childishness of their younger years. When they first met, like a blank page, he had his difficulties, she had her own sorrows; he was determined to hold onto her, yet she was set on fleeing the city.
In those seven years, he had his steady relationships, people came and went in her life. They were no longer the people they were when they first met, yet after going around in circles, they found themselves back where they first encountered each other, and he reached out his hand to her again.
She thought of that beautiful vow.
To hold your hand, to grow old with you.
