Su Weifeng's words touched Zhou Xiaoshu's heart, and he spoke in a gentle voice, "If anything ever happens again, just come to Brother Su."
Zhou Xiaoshu lifted her head to look at Su Weifeng, her eyes brimming with even more tears, and then whispered, "Su Weifeng, could you… hold me for a while?"
Su Weifeng hesitated slightly and then gave a faint smile, "Of course."
Then he slid down beside her, slipping his arm underneath her neck.
Zhou Xiaoshu immediately turned to her side, wrapping her arm around Su Weifeng's back, holding him tightly, her head pressed firmly against his chest.
Su Weifeng reciprocated with his arms, holding Zhou Xiaoshu close.
Neither spoke a word; they just held each other in silence.
Su Weifeng understood that Zhou Xiaoshu had no other intentions right now. Although she was of age, she was still in school and essentially still a child. A child who should have been cherished by parents, yet she had to shoulder everything alone.
