As she looked at his lonely, injured back, Shen Ruo's heart suddenly lifted.
"Xiaoyang…" she whispered faintly.
Gu Kai glanced coolly at Shen Yang, embracing her and saying, "Stop looking, let's go back."
Shen Ruo didn't move.
For some reason, she desperately wanted to rush over, grab Shen Yang's hand, and go home with him.
Her thoughts abruptly traveled back to her childhood.
Only five years old, she walked aimlessly in the streets, reckless and alone.
She walked for a long, long time, until it was dark, and she was hungry.
But she couldn't find her mother, couldn't find her home.
In the end, she sat alone in a corner, her tiny body curled up to keep warm. She watched the passersby on the street and wanted to ask them if they had seen her mother, where was her mother?
But she was too scared to ask; she couldn't even speak.
She opened her mouth, but all that came out were sobs.
