"No," Mo Siyu hugged her and gave her a kiss, saying, "Xiao Yue, I'm just afraid you've hidden away the pretty photos and won't show them to me."
"I really wish I could turn you into a photo, so I could hold it and kiss it whenever I miss you." Mo Siyu held her, and even doing nothing, just kissing and hugging like this, brought an unprecedented tranquility to his heart.
The recent missions had been very dangerous, and every time, he had relied on his tenacious will and years of hard training to survive. He lowered his gaze and looked at Tang Yue's sweet smile, and suddenly, his heart which had been full of anticipation was now filled with anxiety.
What if, what if one day, he was no longer there...
"Xiao Yue, I'm sorry." Mo Siyu said something seemingly out of the blue.
Tang Yue looked up at him in confusion and asked, "What did you do?"
