She looked up at him, the distance between them was very close, very close, at arm's length, even the subtle breath of each other could be felt.
The light poured down, like the afterglow of shattered jade, reflecting signs of fracture.
Her heart pounded, the lights blurred her eyes.
She kept looking into his eyes like this.
"No, it's never seeing each other again." He took her words, the corners of his lips curled into a hint of mockery.
Every word fell into her ears, and she heard it distinctly.
"Alright... never again..." She too smiled, the corners of her lips like a fiery poppy in bloom.
All around, it seemed to fall silent, her voice subsided, leaving no sound.
Sylvan Cheney remained silent, just looked at her quietly, his eyes filled with a mysterious light, like ice.
Their eyes met, he held her wrist without letting go, the warmth in his dry palm transmitted through her wrist to her entire body.
This affair, like a dream, like fog, like lightning, like an illusion.
