Cheek pressed against cheek, in such tender intimacy, Chu Yu gasped softly, her hands on his shoulders holding him in place as she turned her face away slightly, calling in a low voice, "Rong Zhi."
Rong Zhi saw the shimmering wetness in her eyes and the uneasy tone of her voice, and he understood. Calmly and securely, he responded, "I'm here."
Chu Yu let out a sigh of relief and called out again, "Rong Zhi..."
"I'm here."
Accompanied by his response was a joy of regained treasure, a cherishment she had never felt before and likely would never feel again.
With some satisfaction, she sighed softly and her arms slid down, cupping Rong Zhi's face as she looked at him earnestly. Her vision quickly blurred, and she slowly closed her eyes, timidly and tenderly kissing Rong Zhi's cheek, a series of light touches resembling but even more tender than the wings of a butterfly.
