Gong Heng stepped forward and enveloped her in his embrace, "Mianmian, I missed you so much."
Mu Mian began to struggle desperately, pushing him forcefully, but she couldn't push him away no matter what.
"Let me go, let go of me!"
"I won't let go, not even if I die!"
This time he had decided, he would never let go of her hand again, and he would never let her out of his sight. He couldn't bear that bone-deep, heart-peeling agony ever again.
Mu Mian struggled violently in his arms, but she couldn't break free, and finally, in a panic, she bit down hard on his arm.
Gong Heng simply looked down at her.
Without even frowning.
Always with a faint smile on his face.
Mu Mian's teeth felt sour from the biting, and a faint taste of blood wafted into her mouth, but Gong Heng remained unmoved, and gradually, she let go of him, with a trace of red in her eyes.
Gong Heng's voice rose, gentle as ever.
"Mianmian, it's time to go home."
