Not to mention being cold, she didn't even feel the chill. Instead, sweat soaked the clothes beneath the two of them, and at the thought of this scene, An'an's face flushed like a cherry, even her eyes brimmed with moisture, completely different from usual.
She sighed softly, as if she had grown a lot overnight, the things her older sister used to say which she didn't understand, she now understood fully.
Turns out this is what love is.
In the past, she only liked Qin Yue, but that was not love.
Love, really a wonderful word, evoking joyous shivers deep in one's soul.
She loved him, so she wanted to give herself entirely to him.
Unconditionally, without regret, and she didn't even care about gossip.
"I wanted to take you back, but you can't come back with me." The man who had been restless all night had just sunk into a deep sleep, and even through his clothes, his still healing injuries were visible.
An'an blinked with heartache, her eyes unconsciously moistening again.
