Lin Fu stared blankly at Fu Xing's sleeping face as he leaned against the bed.
In sleep, he lost some of his usual aloofness, and that touch of heartbreakingly tender temperament became even more apparent. Just watching him, Lin Fu felt as if she could hear the sound of her heart shattering.
It was so stirring.
Unable to resist, Lin Fu reached out to touch his cheek; his skin was smooth and flawless like jade. Her fingers traced along his high nose bridge and swept over his red lips and profound eyebrows.
Lin Fu really wanted to ask him what he was thinking.
His boundless indulgence towards her, yet he never allowed her to see into his heart.
So distant yet so close.
How could one person be half fire and half ice?
Was the indulgence real?
Or was the unfathomable depth the reality?
Lin Fu suddenly smiled; the thick sorrow in her eyes completely concealed.
She was never one to indulge in self-pity. Living happily and joyfully, not yielding unless necessary, that was her.
