Wen Ying looked up and saw Little Kongjian, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, staring at her with teary eyes.
Wen Ying got up, walked over to Kong Jian, and pulled him into a hug.
Sensing that something was amiss with Wen Ying's emotions, Kong Jian obediently let her hold him without saying a word.
'But his face and clothes are dirty. Won't I get Liger's clothes dirty?'
'But Liger doesn't seem to mind at all.'
Kong Jian leaned into Liger's embrace and slowly closed his eyes, not stirring until he felt something gently wiping his face.
Only then did Kong Jian open his eyes.
He was now lying on a crude wooden plank, and Liger was wiping his face with a damp towel.
A bit awkward... Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
'Did I actually fall asleep in Liger's arms?'
"You're awake?" Wen Ying looked at Kong Jian with a faint smile. "This is Liger's fault. I didn't take good care of you."
