Song Yi's words instantly brought the atmosphere down to a more relaxed place.
Good love is never about taking something from each other, but about thinking for one another.
And she definitely counted as the person who understood Tang Si's situation best.
No matter when, she could always get along with him comfortably, not a trace of awkwardness between them.
Everything was so easy and natural, right on point.
Tang Si suddenly laughed, feeling a wave of relief in his heart.
He lifted his hand, gently touched her cheek, his voice a little hoarse: "So... would you be willing to give me a chance?"
At that moment, Song Yi saw the wound on his arm.
That cut seemed like it had never really healed—it would get better, then split open, and get better only to tear again. Now it looked like it might scar.
More accurately, it was always going to leave a scar, but the repeated splitting had only deepened it.
Song Yi lowered her eyes: "Captain Tang, take care of your body."
