Lonemoon, still crying, could not help but look up at Lin Qiye when she heard what he said.
Her teary eyes and slightly sobbing appearance made her look pitiful.
"Really?"
She stared at Lin Qiye, afraid that he was lying to her.
"Yeah. Get up first." Lin Qiye nodded.
Lonemoon's tears turned into a smile. Tears and snot hung on her face as she hugged Lin Qiye tightly in excitement.
Their faces pressed against each other, but Lin Qiye was so frightened that he quickly used his hands to hold them up, not allowing Lonemoon to get close.
"Damn! Snot! Your snot is on my face!"
"Ah? I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose. I'll wipe it for you now."
...
After a burst of laughter, Lin Qiye and Lonemoon sat on a big tree halfway up the mountain.
"First, tell me the specific situation."
Lin Qiye looked at Lonemoon. Since he had decided to help, he had to be fully prepared.
