Bright

The music roared and the lights flickered on and off her face. She looked down at the wine glass, and a warm breath suddenly came over her. His voice was low and hoarse, close to her ear, as heavy as fate: "After all these years, I still can't forget you." Qingcan's body stiffened, her fingertips clenched the wine glass tightly, turning white. His lips almost brushed against the shell of her ear, as light as a sigh, but every word touched her heart: "Fortunately, I found you." His breathing was messed up, his chest heaving. "I miss you so much." My eyes instantly felt hot and my throat felt tight. The dusty memories were torn apart. Her fingertips trembled, and the ice cubes in the glass rang softly. My heartbeat hurts my eardrums. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. I can only be wrapped in his familiar aura, dragged back to that year, and can no longer escape. Intention: No update