'Don't make me feel like this again. I don't like this feeling.'
"I am sorry."
This was the moment Jia thought she could finally find the words for her sentiments. She hadn't liked this feeling either. Though she had faced Qiu Dai with strength and resolve, death was still a grim reality that had shaken her from within. It was when Mingshen had pulled her into his embrace, it was now that she saw the curtain of fear draped over his eyes that she felt herself drawn to hold his face.
"This expression…doesn't suit you," she said, feeling quite strange herself at the same time.
Mingshen was notorious, infuriating and frustrating. A one-sided relationship of being enemies that had only sent her fuming all the way and all the time without the cheeky smile on his lips dimming down even once.
Now that I think about it…
"You look better when you have that silly smile on your face. I am…sorry I made you feel this way. I was…" her breaths quickened, "Actually, I was afraid too."
