Nangong Yaoling reached out, gently turning her face.
His fingertips brushed the tear stains at the corner of her eyes.
"Xiaonuan..."
He looked at her, eyes slightly red.
"Xiaonuan..."
He looked at her, his voice becoming increasingly hoarse.
"Xiaonuan..."
He looked at her, as if a huge halo surrounded them, illuminating their entire world.
Perhaps this was a beam of light brought by the god of love.
Even their hearts were warm.
Xia Xiaonuan looked at Nangong Yaoling, suddenly reached out, held his face, stood up, and gently kissed his cheek.
"Wait a minute...!"
She said with a smile, turned around, and escaped from his embrace.
Nangong Yaoling stood there stiffly, as if shocked, staring at Xia Xiaonuan's back as she ran to the table.
The man reached out, touching his cheek.
The place she just kissed seemed to still hold the softness of her lips.
A sweet feeling flooded his heart.
Nangong Yaoling closed his eyes, as if he could smell the taste of a first love.
