Wei Yang instinctively struggled for a moment, but Tang Xiaoquan's actions were so decisive that any resistance on her part was futile.
Finally, realizing her struggles were in vain, Wei Yang slowly extended her arms and gently placed them on the latter's back.
In the silver moonlight, the man and woman held each other tightly, feeling the most genuine heartbeat of the other's soul.
"Promise me, you'll pull yourself together, okay?"
"Yes! I promise you!"
"No matter what happens, I will be strong!"
"Okay! Don't worry! For you, I will live strong!"
...
Love is simple and genuine. Money and flowers may add color, but true longevity comes from the exchange between hearts.
This night was destined to be a sleepless one. The next morning, when Tang Xiaoquan appeared in the villa's hall with red eyes, almost all his companions were already packed and ready to go.
After a simple breakfast and a brief rest, it was finally time for the group to set off.
