He always preferred to get hurt himself rather than let her get hurt.
Gu Ningyi always mocked him for being physically weak, unlike a man, but in her heart, Ziyang was the manliest man!
Memories surged back, and the longing from the bottom of her heart rose like a tide. Tears fell like broken strings of pearls, pattering onto the phone screen.
Tears blurred Ziyang's smiling face. Dong Xin Yan covered her lips with her hand, pressing hard for fear that the sobs in her throat would be heard, waking up Gu Ningyi who was sleeping outside.
This was not a place where she could cry freely, even longing... had to be cautious.
The bathroom door was suddenly knocked on, abrupt in the quiet night. Dong Xin Yan's crying stopped instantly, and she looked up tearfully.
Gu Ningyi's distinctive, cold voice followed, calling her name, unhurriedly, with a hint of melancholy and huskiness in the dark night, sensuous, yet it sent a cold sweat down Dong Xin Yan's spine.
