Bo Qing: "..."
The young girl almost instinctively grasped her own hand, as if she was about to melt her heart completely.
Bo Qing's gaze became incredibly profound.
The corners of his lips couldn't help but curl into a smile.
However, the smile at the corner of Bo Qing's lips quickly froze into ice...
Because he could feel the familiar burning sensation of his blood once again invading him.
The tighter she held his big hand, the more intense that burning pain became.
Bo Qing's gaze was deep as he felt discomfort and pain spreading all over his body, but he still didn't want to pull his big hand out of her small one.
Just being held by her like this allowed her to feel a sense of security.
A little pain for himself... it didn't matter.
Bo Qing let Bo Huan hold his big hand for a long time.
...
Su Li rushed over in an hour, bringing white porridge.
