"I want to hold you."
"..."
"Or... just holding hands is fine too."
Hearing Yin Shixiu say that, Su Xiaomeng couldn't help but furrow her brows even tighter.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you being so mushy?"
"Meng Meng..."
The way Yin Shixiu called her made Su Xiaomeng's skin instantly break out in goosebumps.
She swallowed, then reached out and held Yin Shixiu's hand.
"Is this okay now?"
Yin Shixiu turned his head to look at her and nodded with a smile.
Su Xiaomeng reached out with her other hand and switched off the bedside night light. She was just about to close her eyes when she heard Yin Shixiu murmur,
"I really missed this bed."
"..."
Su Xiaomeng kept her eyes open, staring at the pitch‑black ceiling, the corners of her lips curling into a faint smile.
All suffering will pass. As long as there's hope in your heart, unexpected good things will definitely happen.
She tightened her grip on Yin Shixiu's hand.
