When Su Nanzhi returned, what she saw was a man in front of the tent, hugging his knees, long arms and legs folded into a small ball, appearing rather pitiable.
As he looked up at her, his entire being seemed to carry these words: lonely, pitiful, helpless.
Su Nanzhi: "..."
Jiang Beiyu stood up from the ground and immediately stepped forward to embrace her.
It was only when he held her in his arms that he felt a sense of real security.
"Su Xiaozhi," Jiang Beiyu held her tightly, "I've suddenly realized that I might love you even more than I thought."
To the extent that he couldn't survive without her.
Su Nanzhi also endured great torment on the days waiting for him to wake up.
Su Nanzhi reached out and hugged Jiang Beiyu back.
This embrace seemed to have been awaited for a long time.
Across countless centuries.
Jiang Beiyu had once lost her, and he absolutely couldn't bear to lose her a second time.
He looked at the young girl in front of him, as if she were a treasure.
