By the time Luo Qianqian and Jimo Cheng were ready to head back to school, Luo Qianqian was already holding a box in her arms, the wooden box she had seen before.
In the car, with the wooden box by her side, Luo Qianqian bit her lower lip as she noticed the uneasy expression on Jimo Cheng's face sitting beside her, "Senior Brother, are you blaming me for not saying anything?"
Jimo Cheng was startled, then shook his head, "No, don't overthink it." However, his smile seemed forced no matter how one looked at it.
"Actually…" Luo Qianqian wasn't sure what to explain and just as she opened her mouth, Jimo Cheng held her tightly in his arms.
"You don't need to say anything, just let me hold you," Jimo Cheng's voice was very soft.
Luo Qianqian rarely heard a trace of vulnerability in his voice. She looked surprised and then her expression softened. She leaned her head against Jimo Cheng's chest and placed her palm on his back, gently patting it.
