92 To depend on

"I don't know what to say since it feels wrong to say anything at all. I just want to hug you." Xia Qingyi said.

Mo Han was surprised by her hug. His hand rested onher shoulders. He wanted to push her away, though he did not do anything as seconds passed. He had just placed his hands there as a symbol. There was even an urge to return the hug.

"You don't have to worry anymore that you'd be chased away when my family knows about you. Don't worry. I don't have any family." Mo Han laughed softly with a hint of helplessness as he said this.

"That won't happen. You still have me, older brother." Xia Qingyi said with her soft voice. She looked up to look at Mo Han, only to realize that Mo Han was looking down at her as well. Their faces were so close to each other that Xia Qingyi could see the faint stubble on Mo Han's chin.