Xu Jiamu's worried heart slowly calmed down, and he let go of the hand that held her tightly, and took the lead in sitting on the chair.

Seeing that Sang Ji didn't move, he smiled and patted the seat next to him, "Aren't you going to sit here?" ”

His voice was not as cold as before, faint and soft.

Sang Ji nodded and sat down beside him.

Xu Jiamu asked again: "What happened just now?" ”

"Huh?" Sang Ji thought he was asking why he ran out suddenly, so he casually pulled out a reason, and said in a somewhat unsteady voice: "The room is a little stuffy, I want to come out to breathe." ”

Xu Jiamu stared at her, her eyebrows raised upward, "Oh? ”

Sang Ji thought he didn't believe it, and his expression became serious: "Really, it's a little stuffy......"

Xu Jiamu smiled, "Twenty-five degrees indoors is still stuffy?" ”

“……”

Sang Ji pursed his lips, stared at him for a few seconds, and nodded pretending to be calm, "I'm a little hot today." ”

"Hmm." The corners of Xu Jiamu's mouth were slightly raised, and she withdrew a few traces of impropriety, as if she was cooperating with her and said, "It's a little hot." ”

“……”

Sang Ji couldn't answer for a while, so he nodded again, and felt the quiet atmosphere around him next to the back of his chair.

She didn't know how to run to the park, only that she was embarrassed at that time, and she wanted to run away.

Sang Ji also had a good-looking smile on his face, looking at several pairs of old people walking with their hands behind their backs in the small park.

The two were silent for several minutes.

Xu Jiamu turned her head to look at her innocent side face, and her eyes softened: "Where were you when you called me?" ”

"At home." Sang Ji subconsciously replied, turned his head to look at him, and met his smiling eyes.

There was a feeling of taking advantage of her surprise to attack her unpreparedness?

"Why are you crying?" Xu Jiamu met her gaze, and her voice became low.

Sang Ji blinked uneasily, and unconsciously turned his head to look away, "How can I cry?" ”

Looking at her dodging appearance, Xu Jiamu frowned, reached out to caress her face, and looked at each other forcefully, "Why are you crying?" ”

"I'm ......" Sang Ji wanted to dodge, but he was imprisoned and had to look at him differently.

Suddenly, the grievances of the time in the manor rushed to her heart, and she said in a blaming tone in a broken and broken tone: "Uncle Liang said that you haven't gone back for a month, who knows if you ran away again." ”

Xu Jiamu was puzzled: "Run?" ”

"Well," Sang Ji lowered his head, his eyes were instantly filled with tears, and his voice trembled: "Just like back then, you left me without saying a word and ran away, and I ran for four years!" ”

"Do you know how sad I am? You have no idea how I survived that time! ”

The more Sang Ji spoke, the more excited he became, tears falling and dripping on his jeans, and the tears soaked into the fabric and blurred a watermark.

Xu Jiamu's brows twisted into Sichuan characters, and he reached out in distress to circle Sang Ji, who was crying into tears, into his arms, and gently stroked her back.

"I'm sorry." His voice became hoarse.

Xu Jiamu grabbed her shoulders, took her away from her embrace, stretched out her thumb and scraped away the strings of tears with her fingertips, "I won't go anywhere in the future, don't cry, okay?" ”

His words touched the depths of Sang Ji, and all the grievances that she had been holding in her heart for a long time exploded.

She slammed herself into his chest, wailing.

After crying bitterly for a few minutes, Sang Ji realized that he couldn't be too rude in front of him, otherwise it would affect his image.

She gritted her teeth, trying to hold back the tears that kept pouring out.

I took a deep breath, covered my heart, and let my suppressed heart slowly calm down.

"Okay."