"Zhou Jingwei, are you... are you alright?" Cheng Weiyue couldn't help but ask.
The emotion of concern, after all, prevailed.
Zhou Jingwei's hand, clutching her wrist, paused slightly, then he said in a tone that betrayed no abnormality, "You already know?"
Cheng Weiyue uttered a soft "mmhmm."
"I'm fine, Yueyue, I'm really fine..." he softly repeated that he was fine, as if he intended to comfort the girl in his arms who was worried for him.
Cheng Weiyue looked up at him, his eyes and brows soaked with a serene light, excessively tender.
It was a tenderness only Cheng Weiyue could see.
"Zhou Jingwei," Cheng Weiyue gently moved the hand he held, her fingertips pressing against the base of his thumb, her voice carrying a trace of gentle persuasion, "If you're unhappy, you can tell me. I might not be able to help you much, but I can keep you company."
"Aren't you keeping me company right now?" Zhou Jingwei chuckled quietly, his voice softer than ever.
