Gong Jiu was still wearing slippers, her hair was untidy, and her sleepiness quickly faded away as she silently watched Sui Yi, her eyes seemed to be glowing and filled with tears.
Back when Sui Yi wasn't around, those people could shoot at them behind their backs, and it didn't matter. They would just lick their wounds and fight back, but in the dead of night, they often thought of that person who always showed up at the most critical moments to protect them.
Protecting them unwaveringly and invincibly.
Never wavering.
But she was no longer here.
No one would touch your wounds to make them heal anymore.
When they couldn't beat someone, they could only turn and run.
When things weren't in their favor, they could only endure humiliation.
Having come through like this, they grew up so quickly, yet missed someone deeply.
When seeing someone in long trousers and a particularly nice white shirt, they would think of her.
