Have you ever obtained something you had awaited for far too long? So long that you couldn’t remember how it had started, and even more not knowing why it had come now; it didn’t allow you to be happy, and it didn’t allow you to be excited, merely causing you to dully and softly hope, fearing that the smallest expression would cause it to grow regretful, leaving you without even turning its head back. Song Shijiu had hoped for Li Shiyi precisely this dully and softly; she could clearly sense, when the ten fingers were entwined, Li Shiyi’s distinct joints, and the fine sweat that seeped out on the hollow of her palm. She didn’t know what the reason was for Li Shiyi’s previously indifferent eyes to faintly flush red, causing her to see a degree of delicate appearance. So, she had remembered this teasing question of Song Shijiu’s this clearly; she didn’t know how many hundreds of turns and thousands of returns of regards she’d gone through that only today they became the obscured love, a