He could be heard murmuring, "It's so good to see you. These two days... I've wanted to see you so badly."
Qiu Wuji didn't answer. Bit by bit her tense body softened without her noticing, and she leaned quietly against him, deciding that being held wasn't so bad after all.
He can still laugh, still jump around, still hug people—he's fine... as long as he's fine.
To be able to touch his body completely, to feel that solid, real grip, hugging her so hard it was as if she might run away—it was no longer an empty dream. It was real.
All of that day's panic and dread, that restless, distracted feeling no matter what she did, vanished completely inside this one embrace.
The moonlight is so warm—just like the moon he stood in for that day, beaming down at me like a grinning QQ emoji.
The autumn in the air only deepened.
The night was a little cool; fallen leaves spun down around them, bright as painted butterflies, dancing for the two of them.
So this is the world barrier's idea of spending a whole day testing how much I worry about him?
Qiu Wuji hesitated—should she put her arms around him too and see how it felt...?