"She brought this upon herself. You don't need to feel sad."
A deep and gentle voice sounded from ahead. Xue Chuqing, her eyes brimming with tears, looked up at Xu Luo as he walked over. She stood there, her lips pursed, looking as pitiful and delicate as a little girl who had suffered a great grievance.
Xu Luo approached and gently pulled Xue Chuqing into his arms. "It's all over now!"
"Mm!" Xue Chuqing nodded. The gloom in her heart was melting away bit by bit. Just like Bingxue under the sunlight.
"Are you leaving?" Xue Chuqing asked softly, resting against Xu Luo's warm chest and pillowed on his broad shoulder.
"Do you want to come with me?" Xu Luo asked.
