Gu Nanqiao couldn't help but feel a twinge of heartache, her slender body leaning closer to him.
Their bodies were tightly pressed together, with not a sliver of space between them.
At such close proximity, she could faintly feel Huo Jingting's body tremble slightly.
Even if he didn't say it, surely his heart couldn't be completely unhaunted?
It may be better when he grew up, but when he was young, how could he not feel any sadness at all?
Gu Nanqiao lay there for a while before crawling up from his chest, her clear eyes filled with sorrow, "From now on, let's not mention those unhappy things anymore."
As she spoke, she reached out her hands to gently cup his cheeks, "When you're sad, you can cry in front of me, after all, I'm the only one who knows your vulnerability; no one else will know."
"..."
Huo Jingting didn't say anything, the air was saturated with a deathly silence.
