Song Yanqing held Xie Ruotong's hand as they left.
Xie Ruotong just watched Song Yanqing's back in front of her.
For the first time, she felt that the frail Song Yanqing actually gave her a sense of security.
She always thought that if anything were to happen, Song Yanqing, someone who couldn't even truss a chicken, would only hide behind her.
"Song Yanqing," Xie Ruotong called out to him.
Song Yanqing stopped, turning his head to look at Xie Ruotong.
"No need to walk so fast, your mother hasn't caught up," Xie Ruotong smiled.
Song Yanqing also chuckled.
It seemed like they had never smiled at each other so honestly and warmly before.
