Chapter 80 Holding Me Tight at Night

Wen Wanzhi dared not move any longer, her stiff body gradually softening in the familiar embrace.

Over the past year, she had been alone, gritting her teeth through one stormy night after another.

It had been too long since she had curled up in such a warm embrace on a rainy night.

She used to think that as long as Bao Yancheng was there, the walls protecting her would never collapse.

Wen Wanzhi no longer concealed her vulnerability; she entrusted all her sorrow to this stormy night.

Upon learning that her mother wasn't the murderer, Bao Yancheng's attitude seemed to have softened.

She dared not look directly into his eyes, for fear of finding the familiar warmth there.

Bao Yancheng woke up, feigning sleep with his eyes closed, not actually asleep.

He listened to Wen Wanzhi's suppressed breathing turn into somewhat stifled sobs.

A few drops of scalding liquid fell on his arm, which was cushioning her head.