Xiao Yeyang's arms were wrapped a little too tightly, making Daohua somewhat uncomfortable. She struggled slightly but found that he held her even tighter, so she dared not move anymore.
At this moment, Xiao Yeyang was like a wounded lone wolf. Daohua hesitated for a moment before slowly extending her hand to hug him back and gently patted his back with her hand.
The moment Daohua hugged Xiao Yeyang, the pain in his eyes slowly subsided and the atmosphere around him became peaceful.
Xiao Yeyang buried his head in Daohua's neck, greedily absorbing the warmth emanating from her body, as if by holding her tight, he wasn't so alone in this world.
The room was silent, save for the sound of their breathing.
After a while, Xiao Yeyang nuzzled against Daohua's neck, and suddenly, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Xiao Yeyang, that tickles!"