Sheng Yanxiao's eyes met hers, and he nodded: "Decided."
"When?"
"June."
Su Weiyi reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist: "Do you want me to go with you, or should I wait for you here?"
Sheng Yanxiao's fingers played with her hair; the soft touch also made his mood soft, very soft.
"As you like."
Some things are unavoidable, and Sheng Yanxiao must face them. As for Su Weiyi, he certainly knows that the feeling of longing is hard, but he doesn't want to make the decision for her, she can choose what she wants.
Anyway, sooner or later, he would have her back in his arms, forever.
Su Weiyi buried herself in Sheng Yanxiao's embrace, rubbing her head slightly, having made up her mind.
"I'll wait for you here, wait for you to come back."
Sheng Yanxiao tightened his hold on her, his eyes slightly darkened: "Okay."
