Sheng Tang said, "I wasn't unhappy to begin with, it's just a small setback, not worth taking to heart."
She paused and gently held Gu Shiting's hand. "Came over specially to console me?"
Gu Shiting had already reached his private room, waiting for the show to start, planning to go over just in time.
When he heard Song Chen mention this, he was very worried, afraid Sheng Tang would hide and cry.
He imagined her helpless figure: it was so cold outside, the poor girl couldn't find a suitable dress, feeling lost and miserable, his heart ached as if cut by a knife.
In reality, he was overthinking, Sheng Tang would never mistreat herself.
Gu Shiting gripped her hand tightly in return. "Did I comfort you?"
"You did." Sheng Tang smiled.
At this moment, someone appeared at the small shop's entrance, Sheng Tang looked at Gu Shiting with a smile.
Gu Shiting slowly let go of her hand.
He felt so reluctant.
