"I... felt you were going to leave me."
"???"
Listening to Song Sinian's deep voice, Lu Zhaozhao stared with incredulity.
What kind of logic was that?
She raised her eyebrows in confusion, "Shouldn't you be sticking to me all the time instead?"
Song Sinian's dark eyes drooped, "I was afraid you'd find it annoying."
In fact, what he feared more was that Lu Zhaozhao would say the word "dislike" to his face.
Lu Zhaozhao's small hand rose from the water; her wet hand touched Song Sinian's cheek, "I'd be too happy to feel annoyed, how could I?"
Her eyes gleamed darkly, carrying a reassuring smile.
Song Sinian placed his larger hand over her smaller one, gently caressing it, then rested his chin in the palm of her hand the next second.
"I was wrong, can you not be mad at me?"
The days he had been away from Lu Zhaozhao were like living in hell, unbearably tormenting.
Actually, his unease had peaked the moment he had left the film crew without a care.
