Before she could finish, Yang Xiaoyun's lips were silenced by Su Mo's finger pressing against them.
Then he stretched out his hand and knocked heavily on her head: "Nonsense, spit it out."
"...Oh."
Yang Xiaoyun pursed her lips and obediently spit three times towards the river.
But she just felt the hand Su Mo was holding tighten slightly, and she was suddenly pulled into his embrace.
At first she was somewhat uneasy, Su Mo had never done such a thing before.
But when she looked up at him, she noticed an unusual gravity on his face. She then sighed and leaned her face against Su Mo's chest:
"I'm just saying, it's just a hypothetical... It's not real.
"With you protecting me, how could anything really happen to me?
"But still, whenever I think about you being all alone...
"My dad loved deeply and was faithful to my mom, thus he found it hard to accept others.
"That's why I deeply know the pain in his heart, even though he never speaks of it.
