An Baobei smiled and said, "We're fine, why argue? If you don't want to see her, then don't. Come over here, don't stand there. It makes me feel uneasy."
Ning Zihan didn't come over right away; perhaps he was masking something or just trying to calm down. After a while, he turned around, walked to the bed, and sat on the edge.
An Baobei went to take the towel from his hand, and he let her take it, allowing An Baobei to help dry his hair.
"I won't be like your mom, don't worry," she suddenly said.
She clearly felt his body tremble.
Then he relaxed, looked at her, and met her gaze, nodding, "Hmm."
It was unclear whether it was her continuous efforts to give him a sense of security, or if he truly trusted that she was different from his mom. Ever since being with her, although at times he was quite pessimistic, he never doubted that she would betray him.
"Has she been calling you often lately?" An Baobei asked casually.
