"Just a little hug," Zheng Shaosu seemed to be seeking comfort in her. It made it hard for anyone to push him away.
This also made Wu Qianqing fall deeper and deeper. She couldn't bear to see Zheng Shaosu experience any kind of emotional instability or disappointment.
She felt a dense, inexpressible pain in her heart.
So, she didn't push him away.
Zheng Shaosu seemed very fond of her scent. He kept breathing it in, burying his head deeper.
It seemed like he hadn't slept well last night either. Now, holding her, he finally found a place of comfort.
The lower he bowed his head, the more Wu Qianqing's fingers tangled in his hair.
No lower than this.
This absolutely couldn't go any lower.
Neither of them knew how long they stayed in that embrace; Zheng Shaosu didn't know if he fell asleep. Anyway, Wu Qianqing fell asleep.
She barely slept last night, having endured a night of nightmares.
