Gongcheng Qingwan and Zhou Zheng both silently watched the two, listening to their conversation, their mood somewhat inexplicably heavy.
"Zhou Yan... Thank you, I understand. But if one day you feel tired, Die Wu's place is always open to you. This place, is your other home."
Gongcheng Diewu's gaze was gentle, yet carried an indescribable sense of happiness.
All she needed, perhaps, was just a hug.
So, when she gained this small bit of happiness, it was enough for her to reminisce for a very, very long time.
