"Yaoyao." Lu Xingzhi gently touched Jiang Yao's ear. "When I'm better, I'll accompany you to Yuan City."
"All right," Jiang Yao said, weeping. Then, without warning, she raised her head, and Lu Xingzhi saw her tearful face.
It made his heart ache even more than he had anticipated, and it made him even angrier.
"Please let me hug you." Lu Xingzhi took Jiang Yao's hand in his. I don't have the strength to pull you. Come to me. "
Even though he wanted Jiang Yao to hug him, he shook his head when he saw her pause for a few seconds. Lu Xingzhi softly sighed. "A nice hug will not affect the wound. I am not made of tofu."
In the end, she still could not resist the desire to hug him. Jiang Yao approached him and reached out to hug his waist. She leaned her entire body against him, but she tried her best to avoid the wound. She did not dare put all her strength on him.
When she was sad, she would at least feel a little less sad if he hugged her.