Why Not...

Ye Qingqiu gazed at him and stroked his hair. In the end, she bit her lips and turned her face away before rising.

Her skirt was grabbed tightly by a fist.

The strength of his hand wasn't enough, so he used both.

Panic filled his calm and handsome little face. He pressed his lips stubbornly, and his eyes were welling with tears. But he endured it with determination.

He resembled Ye Qingqiu very much at this moment.

Ye Qingqiu forced herself to turn away as the ache in her heart blazed inside of her uncontrollably.

"When… will you come back?" Linlin spoke for the first time today.

Ye Qingqiu clenched her fists.

When will she come back?

She had no idea.

She also yearned to promise him a date so that she could have something to look forward to as well.

However, she couldn't enter this place as and when she wanted.