"Alright, alright, alright. Ji Shumian squeezed out a smile, not daring to have too much arc, otherwise it would give her a headache.

There was a scar on her forehead, which turned into a sharp knife and pierced into He Jiayu's heart.

He grabbed her hand and buried his head in it.

Sobbing silently.

Ji Shumian felt wet tears slip into his palm.

"Can you get closer to me?" Ji Shumian said softly.

He Jiayu still lowered his head and moved closer to her, Ji Shumian pulled out his hand and touched his head.

"It's okay, it's okay. She kept comforting He Jiayu and gave him a full sense of security, "I'm here, isn't it?" ”<

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