"Le Chu." Lin Huai Shu held Qiao Lech's hand, "It's me, Lin Huai Shu. Look at me."
Qiao Lech exerted force, trying to pull her hand out of his grip.
But Lin Huai Shu didn't let go, holding tight: "Le Chu."
After saying this, Lin Huai Shu held her shoulders with both hands, forcibly turning her slightly to face him, then grasped her hand again and said, "Le Chu, look at me. It's me, Lin Huai Shu."
Qiao Lech finally opened her eyes to look at him, then suddenly burst into tears, lowering the hands covering her ears.
Lin Huai Shu immediately embraced her, patting her back: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay now."
These words, perhaps to comfort Qiao Lech, or maybe to comfort himself.
Qiao Lech clung tightly to his clothes, saying nothing, crying into his shoulder.
Lin Huai Shu patted her back, and after a while said, "Stop crying, let's go home."
Qiao Lech gripped his clothes even tighter, as if giving him a response.
