Liang He's gaze fell on Long Yubei, who was sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand, deeply engrossed in it.
"Da Long, what book are you reading?" He leaned over the back of the sofa to Long Yubei's face, trying to catch a glimpse of the content.
It was a book on psychological therapy.
This past month, the thing he had done most was reading.
Reading helped calm his mind, suppress his rising sorrow, and bring him peace.
Everyone knew what had happened, but no one brought it up, hoping time would heal him.
For a whole month, no one saw him smile.
Long Yubei turned his head, his face just a few centimeters from Liang He, "Why are you so close? What are you planning to do to me?"
"I want to kiss you."
"Come on." He closed the book and leaned his face toward Liang He. Seeing him coming in for a kiss, Liang He staggered back in shock, nearly falling over, which triggered laughter from everyone.
