Gu Jiangnian's desire to capture Jiang Muwan's heart grew increasingly intense; following that incident, his strong longing poured like spring rain, becoming a deep pool on a holy shrine.
Seeing Jiang Muwan on guard, Gu Jiangnian couldn't help feeling a bit hurt, yet he knew this was not the right time.
If the old man were to turn around and ask why he was covered in injuries, it would be difficult to explain.
Still on the hospital bed, the man freed one hand to gently caress her pale face, bowed his head to kiss her lips tenderly, his warmth as constant as every recent day. He slowly pulled back, chuckling softly, "Just teasing, go if you must, but take care of yourself."
Muwan nodded, her hand resting on Gu Jiangnian's arm slowly climbing to his neck, delivering her own light kiss.
Love comes in many forms, and although reunion after a long separation is sweet, only being able to look and not touch is a torment.
Not more, not less, one week.
