Tang Xiang hugged him tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.
Fear, grievance, panic... emotions she had suppressed for a long time burst forth the moment she saw him, not that she wasn't afraid, but without him, she didn't dare to be.
Jiang Xiaolin didn't know how to comfort people; he just held her silently, letting her cry all she wanted. When she was too tired to cry, he wiped her face with a handkerchief and carried her to the car.
She had been on edge for too long and soon fell asleep in the car, drowsy and unaware.
The car drove very slowly under the high-hanging moon that scattered silver light all over.
When they got home, Jiang Xiaolin parked in the garage and didn't wake her up. He sat in the car, watching her for a long time. She slept restlessly, sweating at the temples. He had just reached out when she opened her eyes.
She looked ahead, somewhat blankly, "What should I do?"
"Hmm?"
