Zhuo Xiangnan stared at his empty arms. Just a moment ago when he had embraced Lin Yue, he felt the emptiness in his heart was filled in an instant.
Lin Yue, who had just stepped out from Zhuo Xiangnan's embrace, noticed Zhuo Xiangqiao standing by the wall. A hint of nervousness tinged her face; she knew that Zhuo Xiangqiao trusted her, but the scene just now could have easily led to all sorts of misunderstandings.
Zhuo Xiangqiao, carrying a thermal lunch box, walked away from the wall, pulled Lin Yue from Zhuo Xiangnan's side, and straightened her messy hair, "You get so careless when I'm not around. If you had fallen just now, your wound would've split open again." There was a hint of reproach in his tone. Turning to Zhuo Xiangnan, he said, "Thanks for just now. How did you find the time to come out today?"
