A touch of loss and heartache crossed the tender bottom of his eyes. Long Kaizhe looked into his eyes, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, but he was not saying anything.

The atmosphere was awkward and weird for a while.

The silver needle was gently pulled out and the pain eased slightly. She wanted to put away her silver needle and leave, but she was reluctant to spend a short time with him.

Previously, she imagined that Long Kaizhe would one day appear in front of herself, open her arms to her and say tenderly, "Gentle, I think you are two."

But now, he really appears in front of himself, gentle but...