He turned back, his eyes heavy with an indescribable emotion. But the moment his gaze met hers, it softened.
His gaze was deep, as if holding a thousand unspoken words he didn't dare to voice.
There was worry in those eyes, heartache, and a faint struggle.
"There, there. We're almost there. I'll grill some seafood for you then, okay?"
He swam a little closer, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze brushing past her ear.
His fingertips lightly brushed her cheek, wiping away the lingering water droplets.
"I'll catch a big flying fish for you to play with, how about that?"
As he spoke, a smile touched his lips, but it never quite reached his eyes.
The smile seemed more like a mask, concealing the unease and anxiety in his heart.
He spoke softly as if coaxing a child, every word laced with sweetness.
Each syllable was uttered with extreme softness, as if he were afraid of startling something.
But the gentler he was, the heavier Chu Jing's heart became.
