"Don't be afraid when I'm here," he comforted, patting her back.
"I'm afraid you won't be," she whispered.
She had already thought he might come for her, but she was scared, so scared that when she saw him, he might tell her to leave.
Just thinking that his affection, his love, he... would no longer be hers, made her so afraid.
She couldn't accept being complete strangers with him.
Leng Zimo's throat tightened, and he hugged her even tighter.
"Dummy, haven't I always said that I would never let go of you!"
He cursed softly, his voice full of distress.
In the corridor, Jiao Yang glanced at the two embracing on the balcony and then turned to go downstairs.
Only when Luo Xiaoqian's emotions had stabilized in his arms did Leng Zimo let her go, carefully using his palm to dry the tear streaks on her face and frowning at the graze on her forehead.
"Does it hurt?"
Luo Xiaoqian's eyes were still teary, but a smile was already on her lips, "With you here, it doesn't hurt."
