For some reason, seeing Li Muchen's eyes turn slightly red made Lu Sheng's heart grow even softer.
She knew how Li Muchen was feeling right now.
In the past ten years, no one had ever been this close to him.
He had never truly felt this hustle and bustle, this lively atmosphere of the human realm replete with the smell of life.
This kind of experience was alien to him.
Thinking about this, Lu Sheng felt a slight ache in her heart.
The existence of Li Muchen also made her more and more like a human, with more authentic emotions.
She started to feel that she appeared a bit too late.
If she had come to fifteen-year-old Li Muchen's side ten years ago, he wouldn't have had to be so lonely all by himself.
Unable to help herself, Lu Sheng hugged the man beside her and rubbed her head against his chest: "...What should I do, Li Muchen, this chicken wing is so delicious, so delicious I could cry."
Li Muchen held her tighter, his large hand stroking her hair.