"Hiss..."
Lu Zhaozhao winced in pain, her body instinctively leaning backward and hitting the seat in front of her.
Her tears fell even more fiercely now.
Song Sinian's hand hovered midair, his gloomy eyes dimmed further; he eventually withdrew it.
He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and spoke slowly, "Do you need me to leave now?"
Lu Zhaozhao, her hands cupping her head, pursed her lips, her eyes red as she looked at Song Sinian and nearly snarled through clenched teeth, "If you dare to leave now, I won't let you kiss, hug or lift me up high ever again!"
"..."
Song Sinian was instantly frozen in place.
He even doubted he had heard her correctly.
Lu Zhaozhao took the handkerchief from his hand and wiped her tears, yet they still fell uncontrollably.
She sniffled, reached out her small hand, and hung it around Song Sinian's neck, "Let me hug you for a bit to feel better, my head really hurts from the bump."