Li Zhe sat on the ground with red eyes, looking like an abandoned puppy. He looked at Meng Yu pitifully, hoping that Meng Yu could take him home.
Meng Yu was affected by Li Zhe's sorrowful mood, and his heart felt sour. After a while, he slowly walked to Li Zhe's side and pulled him up. He sighed and did not say anything.
Li Zhe allowed Meng Yu to hold his hand and return home.
Looking at Meng Yu who was about to leave, Li Zhe grabbed Meng Yu's hand and said, "Don't go, let me hug you, please. I lost something very, very important. I'm very sad. I'm so sad that my sky is falling. Can you hug and comfort me?"
This time, Meng Yu didn't refuse. He just sat quietly by Li Zhe's bed, letting Li Zhe hug him tightly and listen to him cry in his arms.
When Aunt Zhou finished preparing lunch and came to call for them, she looked at Li Zhe's red eyes in surprise and exclaimed, "Young master, what happened to your eyes? Why is it so red and swollen? Was it stung by a bee?"
