We both tensed unconsciously when he said it.
Then he looked at me again, with those eyes like a clean and crystal-clear sky:
“I needed to let her go, so I could come back to you and be honest with you, Han,” he confessed. At the edge of his eyelids trembled the reflection of tears that I desperately wanted to wipe away, but I didn’t. “I couldn’t think about you while she was still in my head. It wasn’t fair.”
“I know, it’s okay. I know how you felt.”
By then, my eyes were already closed; I didn’t want to cry just because of his emotion. I felt his hands crawling over my waist, and I let myself go, let him sit me sideways on his lap and hold me. We both needed it. I didn’t realize I was trembling (that we were both trembling) until I took refuge against his chest. I didn’t deny him the
