"So, may I continue crying?" Tang Yuran's eyes were brimming with tears.
Gu Yu looked at her, her nose red from crying, and couldn't help but sigh. He patted her back and pulled her back into his arms, whispering tenderly, "Cry then…"
"Wuu… wah…"
The sound of Tang Yuran's crying grew louder upon hearing his gentle tone.
In the dark courtyard, only a sliver of light leaked from the window of the neighboring house. Gu Yu held Tang Yuran under the peach tree, listening quietly to her sobs.
After a long while, Tang Yuran's cries finally began to subside.
Gu Yu felt a large wet spot on his chest where his clothes were soaked.
He looked down at Tang Yuran, reached out to touch her face, his fingertips encountering a patch of cold, damp skin.
"Do you feel a little better?" Gu Yu hesitated before asking softly.
"Mhm…" Tang Yuran buried her head in his chest, murmured a response, and then said in a low voice, "I… I'm a little hungry…"
