His frail body trembled slightly, and his breathing became more rapid.
He understood Liu Zhiying's intentions and could feel her uneasiness at the moment.
"Zhiying, thank you,"
Chen Cheng said softly, his voice filled with gratitude and tenderness, "It's really nice to have met you."
A simple sentence made Liu Zhiying's tears instantly overflow.
She turned around, hugged Chen Cheng tightly, and buried her head in his embrace, crying silently.
Chen Cheng did not speak, just gently patted her back, providing silent comfort.
The two held each other quietly like this, and after a while, Liu Zhiying's emotions calmed down.
She lifted her head to look at Chen Cheng, "Brother Cheng, I'm sorry, I've lost my composure again."
"Silly girl, what nonsense are you saying."
Chen Cheng gently wiped the tears from her face and teased, "Shouldn't you be the one comforting me? How come it's turned into me comforting you?"
