In the snowy winter days, the warmth of spring silently approaches.
Jing Xianjun's back is aching from the iron railing behind her, so she can only hook her hands around Loh Minxian's neck and hang onto him.
It's been a long time since they've shared a deep kiss; at this moment, she feels weak all over, completely devoid of strength.
"Xianjun, Xianjun, you haven't answered me yet." Loh Minxian tenderly calls to her. If she doesn't answer, he'll keep kissing her until she does!
Jing Xianjun gazes at him.
His eyes are very dark and bright, like a gentle lake of black water, drawing her in to sink.
At this very moment, he's so reminiscent of the past...
That night in the military district, when he was drunk, he looked at her the same way. However, this time, he's more sober.
"Loh Minxian..." Jing Xianjun's voice is very soft, slightly hoarse, "I can give you one last chance. But if you ever break your promise again, I will definitely, definitely kill you!"
