Rong Yanqiao's voice sounded beside his ear.
He froze, a sudden softness touched his face.
Rong Yanqiao wiped the ash off his face.
Rong Qingze's hands and feet felt uncooperative.
He couldn't remember the last time Rong Yanqiao was so kind and gentle to him.
The time didn't seem long, but for him, it felt like a lifetime.
They had gone through so much, and now, Rong Yanqiao's attitude suggested that there might be reconciliation between them.
Rong Qingze suppressed the joy in his heart and looked down at Rong Yanqiao.
As their eyes met, both could see a hint of love in each other's eyes.
Rong Qingze suddenly lowered his head and kissed Rong Yanqiao's lips.
The kiss was like a dragonfly skimming the water, without a trace of lust.
The fire truck was efficient, and the fire had already been put out.
It was just a small fire, but at the time, neither of them knew that.
Rong Qingze couldn't fake the look in his eyes when he saw him.
