"Beitang." She softly recited his name.
"Hmm?" He responded just as gently.
"Gong Beitang." She called him by his full name, earnestly yet tenderly.
"I'm here." He replied softly too.
Like snowflakes landing on the tips of her hair, light and delicate, as if pausing for a second, they would slowly melt away, disappearing into the air.
But he is here. As if time can only take away those subtle sounds, but never him.
She gradually felt a bit more at ease; when she was bullied as a child, she also longed for such broad shoulders, such warmth, to heal her little wounds, to ease her anxiety.
For a long time, she was afraid of having emotions because her heart couldn't bear too many feelings.
But now, she seems no longer afraid.
Because she knows that the person embracing her now, giving her warmth, absolutely won't let her get hurt, won't let her get cold.
Her cheek was pressed against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, her brow slowly unfurrowed.
