Qin Yucen didn't care what he said, she just pulled his hand to her lips and then gently pressed her kiss onto it, inch by inch kissing the scar that was about ten centimeters long. She was afraid to use force, fearing she would hurt him, so her movements were very gentle, like the light brush of a feather. Huo Jingtang watched her with starlight twinkling in the corners of his eyes, following the silhouette of her face until they disappeared into the night.
"Don't cry, it really doesn't hurt anymore." Huo Jingtang's fingertips touched the searing liquid on her face.
"Promise me you won't hurt yourself like this again. Take good care of yourself, even if it's for my sake." Qin Yucen's lashes lifted, her eyes washed with tears shimmering and moist in the dark night.
"Okay. I promise you," Huo Jingtang said, cradling her face in his hands, his nose touching hers, "but you have to promise me too, to stay away from Lance, except for work."
