Two small hands tightly clutched Lin Xilu's collar.
Lin Xilu slowly loosened his hold on her, looking at her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. He curled his lips into a faint smile and let his fingertips brush lightly across her slightly swollen lips.
"Any doubts still?"
An Siqing lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him. After all these years, her dream had finally come true. The person she had deeply loved for so long had finally reciprocated her feelings.
And he had kissed her so tenderly. Everything felt like a dream—such a beautiful dream!
She suddenly felt a pang of fear, afraid that the dream would end.
In a low, muttering voice, she said, "Brother Xilu, can you hug me?"
Lin Xilu sighed softly in his heart. If not for love so deep, how could one feel such fear of losing it?
He opened his arms and pulled her tightly into his embrace.
