Tang Qia looked at Lin Xiangyi. The young man's face was covered with blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was messy.
Tang Qia walked over slowly, feeling countless needles pricking her heart with every step she took. Tang Qia thought to herself, I can't cry, Sunflower needs me at this time.
When the boy saw the girl approaching, he raised a smile with difficulty and said, "Tang Qia, we are safe." His rapid breathing sounded so loud in the dark night.
The moonlight shone brightly on Tang Qia's face, "I knew you would be fine, Sunflower, because you are my sun."
"Don't cry, Tang Qia, don't cry, let's go home." The voices kept coming and going, fragile.
Tang Qia tried very hard to control his facial emotions, not wanting anyone to see it, but tears kept flowing.
Lin Xiang opened his arms and hugged Tang Qia, "I miss you, Tang Qia, I really miss you."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
