Luo Xiaoqian was startled, but she reacted quickly. She hurried forward and embraced him, "Don't go, keep me company a little longer."
Although Leng Zimo found her reaction a bit strange, he still extended his arms to hold her, "What's the matter, did you have a nightmare just now?"
"Yes!" Luo Xiaoqian quietly slipped her hand into his pocket, carefully pinching the slip of paper and pulling it out of his pocket, "It was terrible!"
"It's okay, I'm here!"
Leng Zimo comforted her, gently patting her back.
Feeling his tenderness and care, Luo Xiaoqian couldn't help feeling a twinge of guilt.
He was so good to her, how could she lie?
"Zimo." She lifted her face, "Actually, this clothing isn't new..."
"I know, it's been washed, there is no tag." Leng Zimo indulgently pinched her cheek, "It's okay, I don't mind!"
"But..." Luo Xiaoqian was on the verge of tears.
