Gu Jiajia chewed on the chicken leg slowly, watching Zhong Xing speak with gusto, lost in thought.
Zhong Xing's affectionate eyes became serious, as everything he said came from the bottom of his heart.
Gu Jiajia understood all too well: "My mom raised me by herself, so I understand the heartache you're talking about. When I was five, my mom woke up crying in the middle of the night with appendicitis. I was terrified—we didn't even have a phone at home, and it was nighttime. I didn't know what to do, so I just cried loudly enough to wake up the neighbors. The neighbors came over and took my mom to the hospital... Later, when she was feverish in bed, I was the one bringing her water and feeding her medicine. Zhong Xing, I can deeply relate to what you're saying."
"Understanding is the best!" Zhong Xing would have grasped Gu Jiajia's hand tightly if his wasn't oily and would have said solemnly, "I will definitely not let you feel heartache!"
