Bliss
She LiangLin had lived long, felt that he had grown tougher, wiser - perhaps even a little jaded. No longer did he fear death. His pleasant smile rarely wavered-
So it took him by surprise how easily he could break down in tears before Mang XueYa.
The man had appeared before him like a mirage on a clear day, a lifelike dream that he was afraid he would awaken from any second now.
Even when his arms wrapped around the familiar strong waist, his cheeks pressed into the firm chest and heard the steadily beating heart, LiangLin couldn't calm down.
Years of pent up tears seemed to spill out at once, uncontrollable.
"LiangLin..." XueYa sounded tired, his arms resting around LiangLin's quivering body.
LiangLin sniffed, trying his best to control his ugly cry as he peered up to see a weak smile on the chapped, thin lips.