"Lech." Lin Huai Shu hurriedly ran to the front of the car.
Qiao Lechu stopped crying and her mood stabilized. Her eyes were very red, and the tip of her nose was also very red.
Tears made her eyelashes clump together.
She was wearing Qiao Yuxian's clothes.
She watched as Lin Huai Shu ran over.
From afar to close, he stood outside the car and called her name once.
Qiao Lechu looked at him.
Looking at the bangs falling on his forehead.
The beads of sweat on his forehead.
The unbuttoned shirt.
The sleeves rolled up.
And the blood on his right hand.
Qiao Lechu's gaze fell on his right hand.
Lin Huai Shu instinctively hid his hand behind his back, then smiled and called her again, "Lechu."
Qiao Lechu's eyelashes trembled slightly, then she said, "Don't fight. It's not good for you."
Listening to her words, Lin Huai Shu froze in place, internally churning with emotions.
The turmoil made his stomach start to ache.
