Gu Jin changed into slippers, rubbed his head, and said, "Of course, I'm going to rest too."
Retracting her hand from the boy's head, she stepped toward the room.
The teenage boy watched her leaving figure, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions.
"Awoo awooo—"
Duoduo was still pawing at his feet, trying to climb up.
This guy just loved to be held, but he was too lazy to hold him; the silly thing had no perception.
Clearly, he couldn't climb up, yet he would always do something so foolish. But such persistence, isn't it a spirit worth learning?
Thinking of this, the boy twitched his lips.
Such a fool, what persistence, spirit, it's all nonsense.
He nudged Duoduo away with his foot, changed into slippers, and returned to his room.
"Awoo—"
Leaving Duoduo in the living room, whining in grievance.
...
Returning to her room, Gu Jin slipped into the space.
Thinking of Ma Qiaolan's numerous injuries, she felt heartache for the girl.
