He was taken aback, not yet reacting before hearing her slightly nasal, yet delighted voice: "You finally woke up."
She cried quietly, barely making any sound, but Yan Yan could feel the warm liquid spreading across his chest.
His heart ached instantly, and he instinctively reached out to gently pat her back, lowering his head to kiss her hair.
He coaxed softly: "I'm awake now, everything's okay."
Yun Qiqi remained silent, continuing to bury her head in his chest, sobbing while rubbing against him.
She smeared his clothes with tears and snot.
Yan Yan held her and comforted her, feeling a bit strange about it.
Ever since she lost her memory, she hadn't been this intimate with him, even when she later started to like him and didn't resist being close to him, she never just threw herself into his arms sticking to him like this.
After losing her memory, her personality had changed a lot, she wouldn't cry in front of him, very much mindful of her dignity.
