Norris Moore smiled at him gently.
"I'm still alive, Trenton Smith." The man's gaze faltered slightly, and she quickly hugged his body, whispering softly, "I really am still alive, it's okay, don't be afraid..."
She wasn't quite sure what to say.
She always felt that Trenton Smith now was so fragile that he needed her comfort.
But he looked so composed, not showing any signs of pity.
Norris Moore touched his face, with a tenderness she couldn't quite express, and said softly, "Shall we go inside and have hot pot? Are you hungry?"
Trenton Smith wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her neck, gently smelling her scent.
It was a fragrance that no old clothes could possibly replace.
He closed his eyes, his voice very low, "I'm not hungry."
"Then shall I take you home?" She touched his hair, "You seem a bit uncomfortable."
Trenton Smith leaned his forehead on her shoulder and chuckled softly, "…Okay, you take me back."
