These purple teddy bears were all gifts from him to her, and seeing her love them so much, he felt quite happy inside...
Her room is very warm, as soon as he walked in, he felt a warmth, not physical but in his heart!
Her room wasn't as plain as his; his room is simple and cold.
"Brother Yang, have a seat!" Tianxin pulled Ziyang over to the sofa, feeling a little nervous being alone with Brother Yang!
"Does the wound on your face still hurt?" Ziyang withdrew his hand held by her, reaching out instinctively to touch the gauze stuck on her face, his movements gentle and soft, afraid of hurting her!
"Yes, it really hurts, talking pulls on it painfully, and my face feels tight and uncomfortable!" Tianxin nodded, speaking in a spoiled tone, her voice full of grievance.
She didn't dare to act spoiled or cry out in pain to her mom and dad for fear of worrying them.
But she could act spoiled and cry out to Brother Yang, because then he would treat her well~
