"You are," Cheng Weiyue said with a giggle, "Every time I run into trouble, you come to help me."
Zhou Jingwei felt that the image of a little blue chubby cat did not quite fit him.
But if Cheng Weiyue said he was, then he was.
His smile was radiant as he spoke each word with utmost sincerity, "No matter when, as long as Cheng Weiyue needs me, I will appear."
Cheng Weiyue looked at him for a long time, smiled too, and responded just as seriously, "Zhou Jingwei, I believe you."
Later, the girl chatted with him for a long time; most of it was about how she had managed to survive in the mountains. As for Zhong Qing's matter, Cheng Weiyue didn't mention it rashly.
Zhou Jingwei listened quietly, taking her hand and placing it in his palm, cradling it with care.
"Zhou Jingwei, I am a bit sleepy," Cheng Weiyue's voice was much weaker.
"Go to sleep, I'll leave after you've fallen asleep," he kissed her forehead, whispering softly.
