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Jiang Ruolan hugged him tightly. "You said I was a hedgehog and had been hurt many times since I was young, so I learned how to use thorns to protect myself. I would stab everyone around me. I knew I was hurting you, I know. At the time, I didn't know how to deal with it. To be honest, I still haven't faced it. Anyway, my mother was already dead, and I'd rather not losing anyone anymore. Zihao, once we're out, can we go home together? Let's go home."

She kept talking non-stop, just hugging him as tightly as she could, not wanting to let him push her anymore.

Yet Xian Zihao didn't speak for a long time. Only when she pressed her face against his uninjured shoulder and continuously let her tears fall on his neck did she faintly hear a soft sigh by her ear.

Jiang Ruolan slowly let go of him, wanting to see his expression, but just as she was about to let go, an arm snaked around her waist, and her body was pulled into his embrace by a single pull.