"Haa..."
A soft sigh escaped Qian Shi's lips as she pressed a gentle kiss to Zhao Tian's forehead, holding him close in her arms.
His body lay still, his breathing steady but shallow, as he was still unconscious.
She gazed at him with a mixture of affection and longing, her golden eyes softening.
Her slender fingers brushed through his white hair, as though savoring every moment of contact.
"Even like this," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper brushing past the wind.
"...you never fail to steal my heart, Zhao Tian."
Qian Shi leaned down, her lips brushing his temple in a featherlight kiss "I wonder if you know what you do to me," she murmured, her tone carrying a hint of wistfulness.
"Every time I see you, every time I hold you… I feel like I could lose myself in you."
Floating nearby, Ji Shuang kept her head lowered, and she dared not interrupt the intimate moment.