"Her sorrows must have been suppressed for too long."

Till now, Qiu Yu still remembered the scene when Lin Mengya held on so tightly to the knife when he got to the alley.

No matter how strong she looked, she was still a human, and there was a limit to her patience.

Sadness gradually snaked out of Qiu Yu's eyes.

"Have a good sleep. You won't feel that sad after a good rest."

Whether Lin Mengya heard his gentle, comforting ...