They walked in silence, Liang Chen carrying Jing Haohao slowly.
Jing Haohao gradually emerged from her sorrow. She turned her head and under the dim light of the alley, she saw Liang Chen's profile, with its gentle contours, smooth lines, and impeccable features. Her gaze froze for a moment, forgetting all their grievances. She felt like a solitary boat in the sea, too worn to journey far, merely seeking a point of support for her to rely upon.
She didn't care that this was the man she'd always tried to avoid, or that she had forgotten all that he had done to her. She was simply too tired and wanted to allow herself to be selfish for once. With that thought, Jing Haohao slowly lifted her hand to rest it around Liang Chen's neck and forcefully buried her cheek into his neck.
Liang Chen, carrying Jing Haohao on his back, suddenly paused in his tracks. His back stiffened momentarily but quickly returned to a steady pace, calmly carrying Jing Haohao forward, step by step.
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