She knew that facing everything together with Pei Jingchuan was her most solid support.
"Okay, I'll listen to you," Jiang Yuzhu's voice carried a hint of determination, and also a sense of relief, "It's just, I really don't like the feeling of being interrogated."
Pei Jingchuan stretched out his hand to gently caress her hair, his eyes filled with adoration, "I know, I know. This time when we go back, I will try to keep the atmosphere light and pleasant. And, I will be by your side all the time, not giving them any chance to talk about you."
Jiang Yuzhu looked at Pei Jingchuan, feeling an unprecedented warmth welling up in her heart.
In this cold winter night, every word from Pei Jingchuan, every look, was like the warm sunshine, illuminating her heart.
Pei Jingchuan felt the change in Jiang Yuzhu's mood. He knew that what she needed at this moment was not just comfort, but also to be drawn out of heavy topics and given moments of ease and joy.