They met again eight years later at an awards ceremony. Yisong stood beside the microphone and bowed once more. His long fingers rested on a charcoal suit with a subtle pattern, half his watch face peeking out from beneath his cuff. His restrained charm seemed to reach out to her.
His side-parted fringe had been blown up. He looked good with his forehead exposed; his perfect features needed no further concealment.
Her smile was deeply moving. The corners of her mouth kept sinking before she forced them back up, trembling. Tears glistened in her eyes.
"Would you... still be willing?"
He frowned slightly. "It's been so long."
"Y-yeah."
"I would..."
She took the black ribbon she had worn around her own neck and tied it around his, finishing it with a bow. She rose onto her toes, tugged the ribbon, and pressed her lips to his.
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