Jiang Tan struggled to speak, "Zhou Yinghuai...."
She called his name, paused for a moment, then finally asked in confusion, "What are you doing? Why are you doing this?"
The smile on Zhou Yinghuai's face, in that instant, all became faint and cold.
Born so high and untainted, yet with a soft spot in his eyes, his voice became hoarse and feeble, "Tantan, I like how you bandage my wounds."
Jiang Tan thought she must have heard wrong, she stared at him blankly for a moment before repeating incredulously, "You like how I... bandage your wounds?"
That night, at the door of the study, Jiang Tan was carefully held in Zhou Yinghuai's embrace, his voice falling into her ear, word by word, knocking into her heart.
He said, "Tantan, you haven't shown me that expression for a long time, you look like this, it always makes me feel that nothing has happened, everything is just as it was at the beginning."
Jiang Tan understood the deep meaning in Zhou Yinghuai's words.
