Ling Tianyu looked and knew he couldn't refuse, so he didn't try to. He nodded, signaling his acceptance.
Xia Qingyi saw Ling Tianyu accept the gift and sat down. She gently wrapped her arms around his right arm and rested her head on his shoulder, eyes closed, inhaling the unique scent of him.
"Having you by my side is quite nice. At least there's someone to talk to. When Lin Lang was around, it was better. I could chat with him about anything. Now, I'm all alone." Xia Qingyi's tone was desolate, even carrying a hint of loneliness that made one's heart ache.
Ling Tianyu was a man, a man with passions and desires, flesh and blood. He understood how lonely it must be for Xia Qingyi to live alone, and how much better it would be with a brother, a companion.
This must be Lin Lang's fate. If he had been released with Tianyu, none of this would have happened.
Though revenge had been taken, the dead could not be brought back.
