Shen Qianshu squealed from the pain from his grip. Her wrist hurt severely, but she did not disrupt him from his nightmarish sleep. She just leaned forward and hugged him. Her cheek was against his chest. His chest was bruised, and she could feel the unevenness of the scars through his white shirt. Her heart was soft, and she felt heartache for him.
Master, how many sins did you commit that made you get this disease? You refuse to talk about this matter to anyone and never spoke of your past. The wounds in your heart have been deeply engraved in you. They cannot see light again, and that is why you use such a way to hide your wounds. This is how you camouflage them, right?
How silly you are.
From now on, you have me.
I will always be by your side, whether rain or shine.
