Ling Tianyou reached out and tidied Gu Ningyue's disheveled hair, his gentle gaze clearly felt even in the dark: "Yes! So, come down with me!"
Gu Ningyue was silent for a long time before looking at Ling Tianyou and said, "No need, just have Aunt Zhang bring me a bowl of porridge, I feel very tired and don't want to be in a place with light."
The latter half of the sentence, though said jokingly by Gu Ningyue, still pained Ling Tianyou.
Perhaps, he shouldn't have told these things to Gu Ningyue. If he hadn't, maybe Gu Ningyue wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.
But... if he didn't tell, perhaps Gu Ningyue would surely kill him!
He didn't want Gu Ningyue's hands to be stained with blood; at least, he hoped Gu Ningyue wouldn't personally kill that man.
"Alright." After hesitating for a while, Ling Tianyou squeezed her hand: "I'll have Aunt Zhang bring some food up, you must eat, don't lie to me."
