Shi Che's voice was soft, yet resonated with a comforting power that calmed the heart effortlessly.
As if even if the sky were to fall, as long as he was there, nothing would be a problem.
Ling Chuxia nestled in Shi Che's arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, one after another, and she gradually calmed down.
Shi Che lowered his eyes slightly, gently wiping away the traces of tears from the corners of her eyes, and couldn't help but smile, "Ling Chuxia, you're such a grown-up, yet you still love to cry. You're not even as good as Shi Mo."
Shi Mo was exceptionally well-behaved from birth, rarely crying, mostly opening those big eyes and smiling at people. It was precisely because of this docile cuteness that those people cruelly scolded him, making Ling Chuxia painfully distressed.
But with Shi Che teasing like this, Ling Chuxia felt somewhat indignant. She only cried when she saw him; she hadn't cried before that.
Her red lips pouted slightly, "Am not!"
