Su Nan choked and touched his head to comfort him:
"Then you will always stay with me, always so good."
She was dying of heartache. Even now Shang Qian told her that his gentleness was pretended, and she understood his suffering.
And forgive him.
Shang Qian smiled, as if he saw the fog through the clouds, warm as spring.
He touched her hair and came out wet.
Gently release her, and her eyes are full of joy.
"I'll brush your hair."
Su Nan nodded. Shang Qian went in and took out a dry towel. He asked her to sit on the sofa and stand behind her.
He moves so gently that he can't even pull a hair.
"Su Nan, you won't talk about breaking up in the future, will you?"
There was a wariness in his voice.
Su Nan trembled at the bottom of her heart and smiled.
"Not for the time being, but in the future, it depends on your performance."
Shang Qian carefully rubbed her hair and spoke in a low voice after a while:
"Well, I'll do well."
Su Nan smiled and blinked. She was so lucky to meet such a person.
After more than ten minutes, Shang Qian took the trouble to brush her hair again and again, and also applied essential oil to her hair.
Although the action is unfamiliar, the good thing is that the process is not wrong.
Su Nan opened her mouth, sighed, and pursed her lips:
"Shang Qian, if you are sad, hiding in your heart is not a good thing. You can tell me that I will never dislike you, because you have done nothing wrong..."