"I'll go with you," Lu Qingchuan said.
"It's okay." Meng Xi'er lifted her head to look at him, a comforting smile planted on her face. She gently spoke, "Don't worry about me."
Lu Qingchuan didn't say anything. Looking at her, he could read many unspoken words from her expression.
He wanted to tell her not to worry about him. It doesn't matter if she had a fight with him, as long as she's not hurt, he doesn't care.
But, doing so would make her feel guilty, wouldn't it?
Lu Qingchuan's lips moved slightly, and a feeling of helplessness attacked him once again.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the creeping sense of powerlessness back. He reached out and ruffled Meng Xi'er's hair, softly saying, "Call me if anything happens."
