Leng Yichen arrived on the second floor like a gust of wind, barging directly into Bai Yiran's room, seeing her curled up at the head of the bed, her head resting on her knees, with a red nose and eyes.
Bai Yiran heard the noise, looked up, and saw Leng Yichen's concerned and anxious eyes. Instantly, a wave of grievance surged in her heart, and with a choked voice, she said, "Leng Yichen..."
Leng Yichen sat down at the head of the bed, and Bai Yiran immediately threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, feeling aggrieved like a child, "Why are people so bad now..."
Leng Yichen gently stroked Bai Yiran's hair and back, his soft voice full of heartache, "Alright, everything's fine with me here. Whoever bullies you, I'll deal with them."
Bai Yiran shook her head in Leng Yichen's arms, wiping all her tears on his shirt, then looked up at him, "I'm hungry."
