I don't know how long she cried for, but Xu Chaomu, holding a milk tea in one hand, tightly gripped Shen Chi's collar with the other and fell asleep in his arms.
She was truly tired, mentally and physically exhausted.
When she nestled into Shen Chi's embrace, she was like a little cat lacking security, curling up her body, wishing she could burrow into his long coat.
Before falling asleep, her heart was bleeding, feeling an unbearable pain.
Shen Chi gently stroked her head and tenderly kissed her forehead.
These days, her mood had been like a roller coaster, fluctuating intensely—he understood all that, and the only thing he could do was to alleviate her sorrow.
Xu Chaomu slept very peacefully. Shen Chi took the milk tea from her hand and carefully carried her into the warm car.
After covering her with a blanket, he sat beside her to watch over her.
Because she had cried for so long, Xu Chaomu's eyes were red and swollen.
