Xi Jiu didn't speak.
The liquid soaking into the clothes carried warmth, quickly making the entire shoulder wet. Ruan Qi hurriedly raised her hand and touched the man's face.
Wet.
Xi Jiu was crying.
From their meeting ten years ago till now, Ruan Qi had never seen Xi Jiu cry. In everyone's eyes, Xi Jiu was an incredibly strong presence. He might bleed, but he would never shed tears.
But now, on such a quiet night, Xi Jiu buried his face on Ruan Qi's shoulder and cried silently.
Ruan Qi's heart ached all of a sudden.
She held Xi Jiu tightly, her voice gentle yet full of heartache, "During these days, Jiujiu must have been very scared, right?"
Xi Jiu didn't answer.
He held her tightly, his voice hoarse and low, "That day underground, I held you for an entire night. Your body got cold quickly, and no matter how much I tried to warm you, it didn't work. Baby, it was so cold that night."
