"Zimo!"
Luo Xiaoqian threw herself at him, grasping his hand that was holding onto the handrail, then turned and hurled herself into his arms, crying unrestrainedly.
Listening to her sobs, Leng Zimo felt nothing but heartache, unsure of what to do. He held her as they walked to the bed and sat down. Carefully wiping her tears with his palm, he said in an exceptionally gentle tone, "Don’t cry, I just lost control for a mont. I wasn’t really blaming you, please don’t cry..."
"It’s not your fault..." Luo Xiaoqian lifted her tear-streaked face, squeezing out a smile, "You’re not wrong, it’s who’s the fool, it’s who’s the bastard... From now on, I’ll never be like this again, I will take good care of myself and not make you worry..."
Ti and again, for various reasons, she had put herself in danger, causing him worry, sadness, and pain. Never again would she let such things happen.
Because she was no longer alone.
Having him, she was no longer a person with no attachnts.
She couldn’t get hurt anymore, couldn’t be sad anymore, not because she feared for herself, but because she knew there was soone who would be heartbroken because of her.
She cried and laughed at the sa ti, finally managing to get her emotions under control.
"Your body, it’s really okay?" Leng Zimo was still sowhat worried.
"Just my tears are a bit out of control!" She said, wiping her face, embarrassed.
"You tornting little fool!" He chided her affectionately with a laugh and a cry, gently wrapping her in his arms and patting her back like comforting a child, "This incident isn’t your fault, it’s mine. I should have thought of another way, or I should have told you the truth directly. I shouldn’t have hidden it from you. This is probably a warning from the heavens against my despotism. From now on, I won’t lie to you again..."
As he talked about so sort of truth, warnings, and the like, Luo Xiaoqian was a bit bewildered.
She raised her hand to rub her nose and noticed she was still wearing Jiao Yang’s suit jacket. She hurriedly stood up from his embrace.
Leng Zimo was startled, "What’s wrong?"
Luo Xiaoqian took off Jiao Yang’s suit jacket from her body and stuck out her tongue at him, "I don’t want to wear this anymore!"
"Indeed, one takes on the attributes of one’s companions. Having been with you for so long, even I’ve grown foolish. Quickly put on your clothes; be careful not to catch a cold!" said Leng Zimo reproachfully as he stood, took the coat, and redraped it over her shoulders, "Go to your room, take a hot bath, and put on a clean set of clothes before you co back."
"Then you should take a bath too, I’ll check to see if there are any clothes you can wear!" Luo Xiaoqian took a few steps forward, then suddenly stopped, looking at him seriously, "I have sothing else to tell you..."
"Go take your bath first, don’t catch cold. It’s troubleso to get sick here on the plateau," Leng Zimo said.
"No, I can’t!" Luo Xiaoqian’s face was serious, "There’s sothing I must tell you right now."
"Alright!" Leng Zimo pulled her to sit beside the bed, then took a thin quilt from it and wrapped her up carefully and snugly before saying, "Now, go ahead!"
"Um, that is..." Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips nervously, "Can you... not get angry?"
"I promise, I won’t get angry," Leng Zimo raised his right hand.
Luo Xiaoqian still hesitated a bit, "Actually, you can get angry, but you have to listen to until I finish speaking, and only then can you get angry, but you can’t misunderstand ."
"Are you trying to kill with anxiety?" Leng Zimo squatted down, "Now listen carefully, no matter what it is, I promise I’ll get angry, won’t misunderstand, and will listen calmly until you finish speaking, okay?"
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