Ji Wei felt a pair of strong arms enveloping her, firm and powerful, the scent of a familiar masculinity filling her senses.
In this moment, as she was shielded by the man, Ji Wei's nose suddenly stung, and she wanted to cry.
She thought it was over between them, but Gu Moqian's earlier words, "Don't be afraid, I'm here," pieced together the shards of hope buried in her heart.
Could there still be a chance?
Could they ever go back to how things were?
Ji Wei's slender hands tightly gripped the fabric of the man's shirt at his chest. In the darkness, she tilted her head upward, trying to see him clearly.
The woman quietly rested against Gu Moqian, her uneasy trembling slowly subsiding. He switched to holding her with one arm, while his other hand retrieved his phone from his pocket.
The sudden illumination of the phone screen lit up the darkness like a tiny flame.
