Leng Sichen's heart first relaxed, then immediately tensed again. He extended his long arm to embrace the petite girl from within the closet, holding her tightly in his arms.
He wished to meld her into his own flesh and blood, yet dared not use too much force, for fear of startling her.
In that moment, the tears he had restrained for so long fell on the girl's cheek, "Xiaoxun..."
Watching this scene, Nangong Mo, who had been furious just moments before, unexpectedly didn't have the heart to interrupt.
Ou Mingxuan slowly raised his head, disbelieving the scene before him, "Yuxun..."
Why was she hiding in a closet?
"Shh—" Nangong Mo immediately rushed over to cover his mouth, "Not so loud, be careful not to wake her."
"If she doesn't wake up, how can I explain things to her, how can I apologize?" Ou Mingxuan was frantic like an ant on a hot pan. At this moment, he was eager to confess, yet he hadn't realized something was wrong with Xia Yuxun.
