"Silly girl, I'm asking if you're sad. Of course, you're sad to be apart from your family. It's not like you have to go on a front-line mission now."
She lowered her head, feeling tongue-tied.
Looking at her bowed head, he almost without thinking, wrapped his outstretched arm around her shoulder, then pressed his palm gently on her head, pulling it to rest on his chest.
"If you want to cry, just cry." He said.
His hand was so warm, like Grandma, it felt like a safe harbor, making her feel at ease.
"No, I won't cry."
"Okay, then don't cry. But, Shen Jiayin, remember this: in this world, it's not just your grandma. If you ever want to cry, you can always come to me and cry."
Is he saying he can be like her grandma?
Her nose felt a sting, nearly not feeling like herself anymore.
She sniffled and leaned her head against his clothes, imagining it was Grandma's embrace from last night, and closed her eyes.
