Su Qianxun noticed that Su Jiye's face was a little dirty. She put down the glass and stood up as she wanted to go to the bathroom to take a towel to wipe his face. The moment she stood up, Su Jiye suddenly hugged her in agitation, as if he was afraid that she would leave.
Su Qianxun froze for a moment. Su Jiye's strength was immense. He was hugging her tightly, and she felt tears drip down her collar.
Her younger brother was crying again. Su Qianxun felt a sharp pain in her heart. It was as if her heart was being cut open with a knife. She hugged him back and comforted him with a soft voice, "Silly, I'm not going to leave. I was just about to take a towel to wipe your face."
Even after she explained, Su Jiye was still unwilling to let her go. Su Qianxun felt extremely bad, and she no longer wanted to go and get a towel. She just hugged him in silence and ruffled his soft, short hair non-stop with her small hand.
