"Cherish, let's stop fighting, okay?" William Griffith spoke again, his voice so gentle it could make anyone surrender.
Cherish Turner took a deep breath, hesitating before finally reaching out to touch his broad back. She nestled into his shoulder, allowing him to take her full weight, suddenly feeling light and at ease. She nodded and murmured a single "mm". The answer she'd long sought didn't seem as important after all. She wondered if this was naivety or infatuation.
His words nowadays carry the weight of a thousand catties, yet they're made up of only three characters.
——I miss you.
He had never spoken these words before.
William Griffith cradled her face, gently kissing her, worshipping her lips which gradually regained their color from the pallor to a vivid red. His fingers brushed over her lips, his smile suddenly brightened, but then playfully frowned, "How come you've lost so much weight in just a few days? Were you missing me that much?"