An Ran directly sprawled onto the bed, burying her small face into the crook of her arm.
Chi Cheng turned the doorknob but then suddenly paused, "If you don't open the door, I'll just come in."
Footsteps gradually approached, finally stopping by her bedside.
An Ran didn't lift her head, but she knew that Chi Cheng was gazing at her at this moment.
The bed sank slightly as Chi Cheng sat behind her and reached out to hold her in his arms.
An Ran didn't cry, but her eyes were red, looking just like a wounded kitten.
He instinctively stretched out his hand to touch An Ran's cheek, "Where does it hurt?"
Before his hand could touch her, An Ran turned her head to dodge it.
The girl bit her lower lip, meeting his gaze directly, "You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?"
Chi Cheng looked at her quietly.
