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Not until she could no longer see her mother's figure did the little girl withdraw her gaze and sit down obediently, her eyes red and swollen, hanging her head without speaking.
Gu Nanzhou held the little girl in his embrace, gently patting her back intermittently, his lips landing on her hair as he tenderly soothed her like a child.
Su Wan lifted her face and rubbed it against Gu Nanzhou's clothing, quietly nesting in his embrace.
Perhaps it was the comfort of Gu Nanzhou's arms, Su Wan unknowingly drifted off to sleep.
When the little girl woke up again, she found herself lying in bed, surrounded by the familiar scent of Gu Nanzhou, and what met her gaze were the cold blue tones of the bedding and the bed curtains.
She sat up abruptly, the room was spacious and the walls were pristine white, the furnishings around her were all strangely familiar.
She remembered, this seemed to be Gu Nanzhou's bedroom.