Song Qingqing rubbed An Zijin's soft hair and said softly, "Good boy, please don't cry. I'll take you there until November 31st."
An Zijin raised his head, his wet eyes full of pity, "Really? Keep your word."
Song Qingqing only felt her heart being pinched. It turned out that she who usually didn't care about anything also had such a side. Song Qingqing only felt that what was given to her was not enough, and no amount of tenderness was enough.
She wanted to give her everything she had.
"My darling, get some sleep. Tomorrow is November 31st." Song Qingqing wiped the tears from An Zijin's face with the back of her hand and asked her to rest her head on his shoulder. An Zijin slowly closed his eyes, smelling the scent of Song Qingqing's shampoo, and felt unprecedented peace of mind and comfort.
Purpose: Mutual redemption