Meng Yu sighed, and in the end, he compromised and hugged Li Zhe in his arms.
Li Zhe snuggled into Meng Yu's arms in satisfaction. This familiar scent made him feel at ease.
He pouted and said sadly, "Why are the heavens so cruel to take you away from me? These four years have been like years to me. Ah Yu, don't leave again, okay? Stay by my side and take it as pity on me, okay?"
Meng Yu's mood was unusually complicated. He thought that even if Li Zhe didn't hate him, he would at least look down on him coldly. In the end, it wasn't the case.
Meng Yu looked at the photo in his hand and gently put it in his inner pocket. Distracted by his thoughts, he just looked at Li Zhe quietly until Li Zhe fell unconscious again.
