"Sister Xiao'ou, I'm really scared, I'm so scared that one day I might hurt you," Xiangyang said, resembling a child in his helplessness and vulnerability. Zhang Xiao'ou was originally going to push Xiangyang away, but at that moment, her arms finally fell limply by her side.
"Sister Xiao'ou, let me hold you, even if just for a day, even if only for now," Xiangyang whispered, almost pleading. At this point, Zhang Xiao'ou began to tremble slightly. She was a girl living in a dream, so she had always longed for the person in this memory.
But now she had someone by her side who was so emotionally moved by her. She was not a person with a heart of stone; she felt a stirring in her heart.
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Very good, indeed a pair of foolish lovers, how lovely," this voice said with amusement as it approached them. Hearing this, both Xiangyang and Zhang Xiao'ou were shocked. They immediately turned their heads toward the direction of the sound.
