It was as if rain had fallen on her head. This rain, neither slow nor hurried, was a silent drizzle that wet her heart as it silently sprinkled upon it.
What she heard beside her ears, apart from the wind of late autumn, was his muffled, fragile voice, sounding like whining, pleading for comforting or as if he was enduring alone, trying to get through these emotions, strained, gruff, and heartbreakingly choked.
Liang Zhichen stood not far away, with just over ten meters separating them. He gazed intently ahead...
Having heard Shujun's reply, Baobao rushed over following the sound. She sped through the woods, and in that moment, in Baobao's world, aside from Third Brother, she could see no one else, hear no one else, and pay attention to nothing else.
He followed behind Dong Huiying, carefully protecting her, fearing that she would bump into something. When she saw Shujun, she threw herself at him.
