He always instilled one idea into Jiang Nanshu's mind.
That was, no matter what, Lu Qingyan would never leave Jiang Nanshu.
Jiang Nanshu was his world.
If the world collapsed, he couldn't survive either.
So he needed his world to function well, supporting the world's happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.
His embrace was warm as he whispered in Jiang Nanshu's ear, "I have to be very good to you, so you won't look at others, no one can do better than me, you can only lose your temper at me, others can't bear it, only I can, I'm your only one."
He rambled on, telling Jiang Nanshu a lot.
Jiang Nanshu listened until she felt drowsy, stretching a hand to cover his mouth, "I know, talk less."
When he wasn't around, Jiang Nanshu missed him, but now that he was in front of her, she found him too clingy.
Jiang Nanshu scorned herself internally, she really was troublesome.
Now that Lu Qingyan was back, Jiang Nanshu no longer needed to stay at the Jiang family's home.
