On the other side.
Shen Yanhe followed Fu Yanhe in a dazed state.
After her adrenaline had dropped, her vision became even blurrier, a strong drowsiness washed over her, and she staggered as she walked.
After bumping into Fu Yanhe's back for the third time, Shen Yanhe simply closed her eyes and lay on it, unmoving.
Fu Yanhe, both helpless and amused, turned around, took her into his arms, and called her gently, looking down, "Yanyan?"
Shen Yanhe snuggled into his arms like a cat, her soft cheek rubbing against his chest, "Hold me."
Fu Yanhe sighed softly, bent down to pick her up, and even bounced her up and down a little, "You're light."
The incident with Shen Huai had indeed been a big blow to Shen Yanhe.
These days she hadn't eaten much, and in just a few days, she had noticeably slimmed down.
Shen Yanhe ignored him, buried her head into his shoulder, closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep.
