Li Na exhaled softly, relief washing over her as she wrapped her arms around him in return. Suddenly being grateful that he didn't leave her stranded.
She didn't fully understand why his absence always seems to stir something uneasy inside her—why his warmth, his touch, felt like an anchor in the storm of emotions she couldn't name. But she knew that when he came back, when he held her like this, a part of her felt… assured.
She didn't mind them blurring the lines sometimes. Maybe she should mind. Maybe she would later. But for now, she didn't.
And she certainly didn't regret being the first to cross that boundary between them—the first to kiss him yesterday. Because despite everything, despite the uncertainty threading between them, she had no desire to take it back.
Lu Jianjun stiffened for a fraction of a second as Li Na's arms wrapped around him tightly, but then—slowly, inevitably—he let himself sink into it. She was warm, steady, real. And for once, he didn't fight it.
