Xu Xiuxiu had never experienced the madness of longing before, that clawing sensation at her heart that drove her insane. And now, as she looked at Song Yuanhuan, who was within arm's reach, enduring his intoxicating gaze, a flood of complex and sour words rose to her throat but ended up as a suppressed sob. She wanted to muster a smile, but at this heartrending moment, she could only silently gaze at him—at his gaunt, stubbled, but devastatingly handsome self.
"Xiuxiu? Let's go! What are you spacing out for?" Yuan Fangfang saw Xu Xiuxiu standing motionless and called out to her with some bewilderment, reminding her.
"Oh!" Xu Xiuxiu snapped back to reality with an "Oh," then quickly lowered her eyes to hide the tears welling up, and carefully cradled the child, ready to step out of the plastic shed.
"Xu Xiuxiu." Song Yuanhuan turned his head and blocked her path, his gaze enveloping her like a poison, lingering, and entwining freely over her body.
