If it were the old Yueyue, she would definitely cling to him—cry when she wanted to cry, laugh when she wanted to laugh, instead of being like she was now.
He felt that Yueyue was suppressing her emotions a bit.
"Really." He Yue didn't want to bring up what happened this afternoon any more, and she especially didn't want to talk about Zhan Xiche behind her back.
"Yueyue, you've just come here, so life might feel a little unfamiliar, but it'll get better with time. If you run into any problems or difficulties in your daily life, you can tell me. I'll help you!" Ning Chenguang said sincerely.
He Yue suddenly lifted her head, and faint shimmering tears flickered in her eyes.
"Are you… okay? Why are you crying?" Ning Chenguang was startled by her, and he stretched out his long fingers to wipe her tears away. Suddenly, he realized he was no longer the little boy from back then, and He Yue was no longer the little girl she used to be, so he slowly withdrew his hand again.
