Huang Xiaolong put aside the incidents of tonight and knocked on the door. He heard hurried footsteps from inside.
The door soon opened. Under the light, he saw Su Xiaoman's face, looking surprised and scared. Her moon-like, melon-shaped face was stained with dried tear tracks.
"Sister Xiaoman, have you been crying? Why were you crying?" Huang Xiaolong entered the room and closed the door.
Suddenly, Su Xiaoman flung her arms around Huang Xiaolong's waist. "Little Long… where had you been? I was so scared."
Gently stroking Su Xiaoman's hair, he said, "Sister Xiaoman, don't worry about me, I'm fine. See, I just got home, didn't I?"
Huang Xiaolong knew that Su Xiaoman went through a terrifying event tonight, which greatly impacted her emotionally. He knew she was feeling fragile at the moment and needed to be comforted.
"Sister Xiaoman, it's already quite late… why don't you sleep over at my place tonight, okay?" Huang Xiaolong asked earnestly.
