Don't Worry, I'm Here

Creak—

It was the door being pushed open.

Yu Niaoniao thought it was Shen Zhuo. She lowered her head and wiped her tears. "Can you leave me alone for a while?"

Footsteps approached slowly, and a hand rested gently on her shoulder.

"Niaoniao, it's me."

The familiar voice made Yu Niaoniao's heart flutter.

She looked up sharply at the man standing in front of her, her eyes wide and round. She exclaimed in disbelief.

"Ah Juan!"

Xiao Juan raised his right hand and placed his index finger to his lips, shushing her. "Shh, lower your voice."

Yu Niaoniao hurriedly stood up and threw herself into his arms.

She hugged his waist tightly and pressed her face against his chest, like a tired bird returning to its nest, greedily absorbing the warmth of his body.

She had never needed him as desperately as she did now.

Xiao Juan did not say anything and hugged her quietly.