It's my heart that's stirring.
The sudden confession caught Chu Jin off guard for a moment.
She looked at Mo Zhixuan, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly to form an arc, with shallow dimples that seemed inviting enough to draw one in.
The two locked eyes, surrounded by the sound of each other's heartbeat.
Beat after beat, each sound resonated in their ears.
The sunlight streamed through the window, bathing them both evenly, a perfect personification of peaceful times.
Mr. Mo gazed at the person before him, the inkiness deep in his eyes, and then reached out to embrace her in his arms, slowly closing his eyes. At that moment, it was as if only the two of them existed in the whole world.
"Jin, I don't care who you were or who you belonged to, but from now on, you can only be mine." His deep voice rang in her ears, and with those words, Mr. Mo held her even tighter, as if he wouldn't rest until he merged her into his very bones and blood.