How much could he shoulder for Jiang Tan?
Zhou Yinghuai had never thought carefully about this question before.
Now that Chu Boyuan had pointed it out, he felt as if he had been enlightened.
He thought he was willing to shoulder everything for Jiang Tan, as long as she could be happy; it didn't matter what happened to himself.
In the car, Zhou Yinghuai looked at Jiang Tan's silent profile and laughed softly, holding her in his arms.
He hugged her from behind, so he could clearly feel a moment of stiffness in her body.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just spacing out."
"Are you happy today?" Zhou Yinghuai's voice was close to her ear, dripping with affection, "Tantan, does today count as getting some relief?"
Jiang Tan looked at Zhou Yinghuai with complex eyes. Her face was turned aside, and their breaths were almost touching—but what about their hearts? They felt as if separated by mountains and rivers.
