However, before Zhou Qing finished speaking, Lu Yaoyao seemed to realize as well and gently loosened her hold.
Yet she quickly took a deep breath, as if to forever remember the scent of Shen Hanyi, before reluctantly letting go.
She lifted her tear-filled face, revealing a smile with tears sparkling in her eyes:
"So this is mother's scent, so fragrant."
Shen Hanyi's heart trembled, looking at the familiar young girl before her, overwhelmed with complex emotions.
She instinctively raised her hand, gently wiping away the tears from Lu Yaoyao's face, her movements clumsy yet gentle.
"I..." Shen Hanyi opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
Her always cool eyes now carried a rare hint of helplessness.
Lu Yaoyao looked at Shen Hanyi, then at Zhou Qing, and suddenly burst into a smile: "I am really foolish. Sometimes thinking too much almost leads to misunderstandings and missing out."
"What exactly happened?" Zhou Qing couldn't help but ask.
