Rong Zhi wrapped his arms around her from behind. He didn't offer any defense for himself, nor did he mention how he had survived the past year, and he didn't bring up why he had deceived her. Raising his hand to support Chu Yu's face, Rong Zhi turned her tear-stained face toward him to take a closer look. She was truly a mess from crying, her face covered in streaks of tears and her eyes bloodshot, still shimmering with moisture.
He had never seen her cry so unrestrainedly before, as if the emotional dam in her heart had burst and flooded over miles.
With a warm feeling caressing his heart, Rong Zhi smiled slightly and, turning his head, kissed her compassionately.
From her delicate eyebrows to her reddened eyelids, his soft lips grazed downwards like a butterfly flitting across her tear-streaked cheeks, brushing lightly over her slender chin.
