C234 It's Just a Tool to Vent(1)

The palm gently caressed that face, very warm, very soft, different from the dream, which was the exact reality.

His eyes were filled with longing as they drew his outline. Three years of time did not bring away his youth. Instead, it added a touch of maturity and vicissitude.

His fingertip gently slid past the corner of his eye, and there were actually fine lines