Zhou Chengchen took a piece of clothing from the nearby rack and draped it over Xi Siyan, staring at the apparent dark circles on his originally pale cheeks. Zhou Chengchen felt heartache, yet also a sense of pride.
The person she liked is just as strong as before, no matter what situation he is in, he remains unstoppable, not defeated by anyone or anything.
Zhou Chengchen lowered her head and gently kissed Xi Siyan's forehead, which was turned to one side: "Good luck."
She got up to leave, giving him a quiet space to rest well.
But before she took two steps, Xi Siyan's phone rang, and Zhou Chengchen instinctively looked at it. The caller ID showed just one character—Xi.
Xi? Who could this be?
Instant hesitation, but Zhou Chengchen already had a conclusion in her mind, though in that instant of hesitation, Xi Siyan was woken up by the phone.
