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Just when the sense of helplessness was about to engulf you completely, a sudden warmth spread from behind. At first, it was a gentle touch, as if something was resting against your back, but soon that warmth became more tangible—two arms slowly wrapped around you from behind, warm and strong, holding you tightly.
You lowered your head and felt her arms gently pressing against your chest. The heat of her palms seeped through the thin fabric of your clothing, as if wrapping your cold body in a comforting embrace. This warmth wasn’t scorching, but it filled you with an indescribable sense of comfort, like a cup of hot tea on a winter night, gradually dispelling the cold and loneliness.
You held your breath, feeling her head lightly resting against your back, her soft hair brushing against your neck, sending a slight tingle through you. Her breathing was steady and warm, a silent reassurance that calmed your heart with each exhale.
Instinctively, you wanted to ask her why she was here, how she could have come so quietly from behind the wall, and why her touch could so easily erase the fatigue and pain in your heart. But all those questions faded into nothingness in that moment.
**“No need to ask why,”** you told yourself. **“At this moment, just having her here is enough.”**
You closed your eyes, immersing yourself in this warmth, no longer thinking or struggling. Her presence felt like a still harbor, allowing you to find a breath of fresh air amidst the chaos and cold of the ocean around you.
She didn’t speak, but you could feel her emotions—a formless strength conveyed through her embrace. It was gentle, accepting, with a hint of unspoken sadness—but at this moment, you didn’t want to delve into the source of that sadness; you just wanted to bask in her arms and enjoy this fleeting peace.
You looked down and softly murmured: **“It’s you…”**
This phrase carried an indescribable sense of reassurance, as if no matter what happened in your life, as long as she was there, everything else ceased to matter. Her embrace tightened slightly; you felt her hands tremble for a moment before stabilizing again, as if she were trying to convey everything she had to you.
In this tranquil air, you forgot about your earlier despair and chaos, even losing track of time. All you needed was this moment—this warm, comforting embrace that undoubtedly belonged to her.
The warmth washed away the coldness in your heart instantly; the heavy feeling of oppression vanished without a trace, leaving only her touch—gentle and real. You no longer thought or struggled; all doubts and anxieties were completely drowned by this warmth. Her presence felt like a breeze on a summer day, softly caressing your skin, yet also like the warm sun on a winter day seeping into your cold body, enveloping you in boundless tranquility.
She began to whisper softly, her voice as gentle as falling feathers, carrying an irresistible tenderness that made you instinctively lower all defenses. Her voice brushed against your ear like a soft melody—no extraneous notes were needed; it captivated you entirely.
"Do you love me?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of expectation, yet so natural, as if her question sought not an answer but merely a confirmation of a truth that already resided deep within you.
You hesitated not at all, as if hypnotized by her voice, and blurted out, "Of course."
But the moment the words left your lips, you suddenly froze. "Of course what?" This question thundered in your mind, like a sudden crack splitting through your calm. You opened your mouth, seemingly wanting to add something, but the words lodged in your throat, refusing to come out.
You recalled your earlier response, only to find your memory shrouded in a hazy fog, unable to piece together a complete sentence. "Of course what? ... What did I just say?" Your brow furrowed as an inexplicable unease surged within you. Just as this feeling began to surface, it was quelled by her even softer voice.
"Yeah, of course what?" Her voice remained warm, but this time it carried a subtle teasing tone, like a feather gently poking at the depths of your heart, sending a strange shiver through you. You tried to respond but found yourself unable to articulate anything, as if she had completely taken control of the conversation.
You lowered your head, staring at your hands as a whirlwind of emotions swirled inside you. Were you really that certain just now? Did you truly know what you were saying? Was this feeling, this response really yours?
Yet her arms tightened around you, preventing any escape. Her breath was close to your ear, like an irresistible deep sea softly luring you into its depths. You lifted your gaze, trying to discern her expression, but found her features still blurred; those eyes seemed to hold countless secrets, so profound that you dared not meet their gaze.
"It's okay," she whispered again, her voice so soft it felt like it could melt your bones. "As long as you answered, that's enough."
A tremor ran through you as if her words were some irresistible command and your previous answer had settled everything. You wanted to ask something more, but your body grew heavier and your thoughts began to fade, as if sinking into a warm dream from which you could not awaken.
Your eyelids felt increasingly heavy, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, making it impossible for you to open them again. Your vision blurred gradually; everything around you melted into a warm haze of soft light. You felt your body slowly relax, muscles loosening bit by bit as if being gently cradled by a warm tide. Finally, you completely surrendered into her embrace, relinquishing all weight to her without resistance.
That warmth was so real, enveloping you and seeping into your skin, dispelling all the coldness and unease deep within. You closed your eyes and let a smile creep onto your lips as a thought surged within you, carrying an undeniable sweetness: "How happy I am... I am truly happy."
You began to believe that you were the happiest person in the world. Her embrace was so soft; her arms so strong; her breath warm and steady—like a cradle in a mother's arms and the most intimate whispers between lovers.
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