In this precarious balance, Chen Yuan was well aware that he hadn't lost his feelings for either of the sisters, let alone stopped loving them. He had been lying from the very beginning.
He simply adored Ningning and Yaoyao.
He had no idea how best to cherish them.
It was a cautiousness that was hard to put into words—the desire to be by their side at every moment, yet the fear that too much closeness would ruin everything.
No wonder people say love is beyond our control.
It was like an illness.
It possesses a person.
It leaves you vulnerable and afraid, compelling you to surrender yourself, to throw your whole being into an ordeal that is either a blessing or a curse.
He felt the smoothness and delicate fairness of Jiangg Ning's skin, not daring to apply even an iota more pressure, as if she were a unique masterpiece. He was delighted to notice Yaoyao was more responsive than usual, like a sensitive mimosa plant whose lashes would flutter at the slightest breeze.
