This lingering ambiguity lasted into the night.
She was completely exhausted.
Lying softly in the bed, too lazy to even turn her body.
Clutching the blanket with her eyes closed.
He adjusted his position.
Holding her from behind.
Outside the window, dusk was gradually descending.
The last ray of sunset had already receded its final brightness.
The small bedside lamp in the bedroom lit up.
Bathing the entire bedroom in a layer of warm, ambiguous light. Clothes were scattered disorderly on the thick wool carpet.
Nestled in his arms, she was like a lazy little kitten.
His hand rested on her chest, feeling the gradually calming heartbeat and the even sound of breathing.
"Qiqi, all these four years, did you really not miss me at all?"
His fingers entangled in her soft hair, which was thick and fine, exuding a silky sheen.
He bowed his head, burying himself in the crook of her neck, deeply inhaling.
This blissful scene, beautiful like a dream.
He spoke softly.
