The bedside lamp cast a warm, golden glow across the room. Shen Ye sat by the bed, his fingers—knuckles prominent—tracing the line of her brow and eyes, an unconscious motion.
He hadn't seen her in four years. He had avoided any news of her, terrified that he wouldn't be able to keep his feelings in check.
She was even more beautiful than she had been four years ago when she left—so beautiful that he couldn't look away. The childishness had faded from the corners of her eyes; the little girl in his heart had finally grown up.
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