Cheng Weiyue looked at him with a gentle smile, explaining, "When I was a child and couldn't sleep, this is how my mother would lull me to sleep."
"I'm not a child." Zhou Jingwei sighed, "Do you think I'm a child, Cheng Weiyue?"
"Is it bad to be treated like a child? Zhou Jingwei, you don't understand how happy it is for one to always be able to be a child in front of another person."
Cheng Weiyue's tone was so serious that Zhou Jingwei put aside his jesting and teasing, looking at her with deep, dark eyes, "Cheng Weiyue, taking care of you is enough for me."
"Who says so?"
Cheng Weiyue looked at him challengingly, firmly stating, "Why can only you take care of me? Zhou Jingwei, I can do the same; I can take care of you. You don't have to shoulder everything on your own, I can help you share the burden."
Zhou Jingwei didn't speak, just watching his little cousin's earnest appearance.
How could he bear to let her shoulder it?
But without doubt, he was moved by what she said.
