She let him hold her hand as they ran for a long time in the pitch-black forest. The branches ahead were indistinct, and underfoot were slippery, decaying leaves.
They ran aimlessly like this until they could no longer see the fire from the crash site.
Only then did she stop, panting...
She couldn't help but grab his hand, "Gong Ye, Gong Ye, is it you?"
Perhaps because she had just fallen into the sea, seawater had flooded her ears.
His voice was a bit hoarse, and she couldn't make it out.
He stopped, cupping her face in his hands.
After a brief pause, he kissed her lips.
His lips were slightly damp, carrying the salty taste of the sea.
That familiar taste quickly brought her to her senses.
It was him!
Who else could it be but him!
She reached out, hooking her arms around his neck, responding to his kiss somewhat proactively.
In this kiss, they were tightly entwined.
Their breath mingled.
After experiencing disaster, they felt the importance of each other.
