"Ah Nian, right now... I really want to cry... I truly feel the urge to cry... If I cry right now, will you laugh at me?"
Song Lili said, her tears already falling from the corners of her eyes.
Wen Nian's heart tightened; he knew he hadn't done enough.
He held her tight and kissed her forehead deeply, "I'm sorry, Xiao Li, I came too slowly... really too slowly..."
When Wen Nian said that, her heart felt even worse,
"How can that be? You arrived just in time, so perfectly."
Song Lili grasped Wen Nian's hand.
Wen Nian whispered,
"Don't be sad. You wanted to be strong, to run through gunfire and rain of bullets, and now you're scared?"
Song Lili smiled faintly and shook her head,
"I'm a soldier, how could I cry simply out of fear?"
"Then what is it for?"
Song Lili closed her eyes, burying her entire face in Wen Nian's embrace; her voice muffled against his crisp military uniform,
"Because... of Wen Nian."
"..."
"Thank you, Ah Nian."
"..."
