Ji Qing sniffed, then ran her hand down Ji Mo's arm, found it in her palm, and held it tightly.
"Okay crybaby, let's go home."
Ji Mo smiled softly, as before, returning the warmth in his fists.
Ji Qing stopped crying immediately and grinned with shining white teeth.
Many years later, Ji Qing blew out smoke rings one after another at the large floor-to-ceiling glass.
If she had the chance, she wanted to tell Ji Mo that she could give up those bloody blood relationships and give up all entanglements and hatred.
She is also willing to suffer, willing to turn her back on the whole world, just to hear that voice,
I heard Ji Mo's words, "Let's go home."