Trust may be like a towering old tree whose green shade can be broad and inclusive of many things, but doubt is like an invisible entangled tree root buried deep in a person's heart.
His reason is to believe me, but his feelings are always doubtful.
"Lin Naike, whether you are a little white rabbit or not," Jiang Heng said, touching her head, "I will eat you."
This was her vulnerable moment, and then someone stood up for her to rely on. Although she already had someone else in her heart, she still couldn't help but want to rely on him... Can she rely on him?