"I... I do." He choked out.
He missed her, every moment, every minute, every second; even when his mind was preoccupied, his heart was uncontrollable.
For more than three years, he had missed her to the point of madness.
Wen Xiao'ai cupped his face, looked at him, then raised her small face to kiss Jun Moyan's forehead. After the kiss, she pressed her forehead against his again, fingers rubbing his warm cheeks, and said, "Don't cry."
"Okay, I won't cry." Jun Moyan looked at her intently, feeling her presence, unwilling to blink even once.
Xiaocha wiped away her tears and quietly walked away, leaving space for the two of them.
Upon hearing him promise not to cry, Wen Xiao'ai smiled, playfully saying, "Jun Moyan, I haven't heard you call me Xiaoguai in so long. Can you call me that?"
"Xiaoguai." Jun Moyan also cupped her small face. At this moment, he cried and laughed, finally feeling emotions like a normal person after more than three years.
