Su Jia looked at his face, and suddenly she felt like she wasn't afraid of anything anymore.
With him by her side, he was her greatest sense of security.
She lifted the corners of her mouth, giving a faint smile, her voice inexplicably gentle and sorrowful, "This is good, I have no more burdens now."
In fact, long ago, she had prepared herself mentally for this separation of life and death.
Lu Yanhe's gaze fell on her, without saying anything more.
Su Jia also didn't speak again, the expression on her face utterly numb.
After a while, he suddenly stepped forward and without a word, pulled her into his arms, letting out a gentle sigh.
Su Jia's pupils contracted slightly, tears almost falling down, but in the end, she held them back, "What's wrong, suddenly so strange?"
Lu Yanhe rested his chin on her soft hair, gently caressing, "Jiajia, you still have me."
Jiajia, don't be afraid, even if everyone in the world leaves you, I will still be by your side.
