"Ah Mian…" Yun Xiangxiang rubbed her face on Song Mian's back. "What you said is a real slap in my face."
"En?" Song Mian didn't quite catch what she wanted to say.
She turned his face around to meet him with both of her hands. Yun Xiangxiang got closer until the tip of their noses came into contact and their breaths took after each other.
Yun Xiangxiang's pair of clear, amber eyes met his mesmerizing, purplish black ones, "I always thought that I don't look forward to romance. It is not until today that I realized that I have been waiting for you to appear."
Yun Xiangxiang only understood now that no matter how strong a woman was, she would also have a heart that yearns for love.
Some were chained by their fear of attempt; some were afraid of losing it; and some were too disappointed with love.
That was why they hid themselves behind their strength and indifference. They were hynotized by the lie that told them they did not need love.