The girl could only stare intently at Jiang Cheng, trying her best to observe any change in his emotions, any possible reason why the boy, whose emotions should always be extremely stable, might become like this.

The slender fingertips reached forward cautiously, little by little, like a child trying to retrieve their balloon from a thicket of thorny flowers.

Even after touching the boy's hand, she dared not exert any force, rubbing upwards at a speed of millimeters, gently pressing the cold back of his hand.

He transferred his body heat to the boy.

Let the boy know that he is here.

It's like what a teenager would do when he was trapped in a vortex of inferiority and despair. Although he doesn't have the eloquence of a teenager, and doesn't believe he has the ability to persuade someone who has fallen into the abyss of inferiority.

At least this kind of companionship is something that can be provided.

—That's all the Vilvie can do.

……

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like