"I'm afraid of the dark," Sheng Qianxia sniffled.
She had thought that she would never be able to lean into his embrace again.
Now, it was as if she had stolen time, and she desperately wanted to hold him and cry.
Because once they left this place, they would become strangers again. He would be cold and distant, and she would no longer be able to approach him as she did now…
Gong Beiyao said coldly, "It's not dark anymore."
"I'm claustrophobic," she continued to make excuses.
"It's not claustrophobic here either," Gong Beiyao said.
"But I'm still scared!" Sheng Qianxia's voice trembled slightly, as if agitated that her excuses had been seen through.
In fact, she was no longer afraid with him by her side.
Being separated from him again, and treated like a stranger, that truly was more terrifying than anything else!
Yet, she didn't even know how to extend his tenderness towards her by another minute…
