Luo Anning rubbed her head and sighed. After what happened with Qiange, Lu Momo seemed to have grown up overnight and something seemed to have subtly changed.
She caressed her hair and said, "Momo, it's been hard on you lately."
Lu Momo closed her eyes and said calmly, "It's not hard at all. I used to create trouble for Qiange and get him to clean up the mess for us. Now that he's unconscious, I have a chance to take care of him. So, it's not hard."
She was willing.
If someone were to ask her how long she could follow someone, she would answer, as long as Qiange followed Luo Anning.
Qiange's love for Anning was forbearance, silent, and deep. It was the same for her love for him.
Mo Qiange would usually stare at Luo Anning quietly from a corner while she remained unaware. Unbeknownst to Mo Qiange, Lu Momo, too, was also staring at him quietly.
Love was the sweetest and saddest thing.
