The woman on the bed had flushed cheeks and misty, watery eyes.
He Jingyao’s throat moved a few times, then he suddenly grabbed her hand and gently kissed it by his lips.
"...Why are you still at my place?" she suddenly asked in a low voice.
Perhaps because she had been drinking, her voice was slow and a bit husky, which added an indescribable sexiness.
"Because you haven’t removed your makeup, I’ll help you," he responded softly.
She pondered blankly for a moment, then nodded gently, "Right, I need to remove my makeup, otherwise I’ll get wrinkles... "
He Jingyao’s gaze became tender. He gently put down her hand, fetched a warm towel from the bathroom, and bent down to wipe her face.
Four years had passed, yet her skin remained soft and moist, showing no trace of aging.
The man’s fingertips touched the corner of her eye, where there was a faint scar barely visible unless one looked closely. In fact, such marks also appeared on her nose and chin.
"Zhixi?" he asked quietly.
The woman was slow to react, and it took her a while to respond with an "Ah?"
"It’s nothing." He laughed softly, then paused for a long time before gently asking, "Why did you come back?"
Since she had been away for four years, why had she returned at this time?
"Because..." she struggled to think for a while, "Because... I’m lonely..."
"Hmm?" the man caught a key word and continued to coax, "Are you lonely?"
She shook her head, "He..."
"Because, you think He Jingyao would be lonely?" He Jingyao slowly repeated, grabbing her hand again.
"Hmm..." she responded softly, "I think..."
I think... I want to do something for you, even if... I can’t be by your side.
The man’s throat moved a few times.
"Then, why were you unwilling to come back initially?" he asked quietly, "You knew he would miss you."
"Because..." her voice grew lower and lower, "Because I became ugly... because I didn’t want to be a burden to him, he must live to be eighty."
"Ugly?" He Jingyao bent down, his fingertip once again touching the corner of her eye, "Because of that explosion?"
"Hmm..." she responded softly, "I became ugly... he would dislike me if he saw."
"He wouldn’t." His voice had turned a bit husky, "You know he wouldn’t."
Zhixi was momentarily lost before nodding, agreeing with him, "You’re right, he wouldn’t... so this is just... an excuse."
Without such an excuse, how could she stop herself from returning to his side?
He Jingyao sighed softly and bit her lip, kissing her exceptionally tenderly.
"...Who are you?" she asked, puzzled and furrowing her brow.
"Guess?" the man laughed softly.
"...I’ve been fooled again." She blurted out suddenly, "I always fall for his tricks, why am I always so foolish."
He Jingyao laughed again.
"It’s not that you’re foolish, nor are his tricks that clever." The man’s finger touched her lips, his voice tender as water, "It’s because you still love him, you can’t let him go, because... you still want to give both yourself and him a chance."
She thought hard for a long time, then nodded gently, "You’re right... but he dislikes that my breasts got smaller."
The man’s gaze shifted downward to her chest, his voice huskier than before, "No, he doesn’t dislike them."