Gu Xiaoer heard Han Luoli's certain answer and also let go of her worries, lying on his chest, her ear pressed against it, listening to his strong heartbeat. Her soft, boneless little hand was carelessly draped over his waist, fiddling with something metallic.
The two of them were momentarily silent, yet the atmosphere was very warm.
With closed eyes, she savored the rare tranquility.
His heartbeat was truly powerful, its vivid pulses so reassuring, so steady. It seemed as though no matter what problems she encountered, everything could be solved with Da Luoluo.
"Click." She touched some mechanism inadvertently and flicked it, causing a sound.
Gu Xiaoer looked up and realized, oh, it was Da Luoluo's belt buckle.
"Click."
She fastened it again and fell back into her own thoughts.
"Da Luoluo, my mother's grave..." the girl suddenly spoke with a low spirit.
