"I know what you want, Xi'er. As long as it's what you want, I will give it to you." He took her hand and put it against his left chest. He told her gently: "It's yours."
The setting sun shook me and I couldn't move for a moment. The tears that had quietly condensed in the corners of his eyes finally slipped down, scalding his heart.
He wiped away her tears and touched her gently, as if protecting a lifetime treasure.
Then, he said: "Xi'er, I will never make you cry again in this life."
His warm palm rested on her cheek, feeling the wetness of tears.
He was bewildered by her misty eyes, where dripping true feelings emerged naturally. At this moment, even Mo Ya himself couldn't tell whether his words were true or false.
He actually felt uncontrollable pain, almost heartbreaking, but he was still sure that he had to carry on with it all.
Sunset was inexplicably moved and fell into his arms.
Mo Ya hugged her so tightly that he even began to doubt whether he had the strength to let her go.