"Just for the duration of a meeting." Gong Shirao said, "Okay? I promise I will do the 'sleep therapy' properly."
But her life is so short.
Previously, the time she spent with Zhan Nanjue was always in countdown.
Now, even her life is being counted down.
She cannot afford to waste time; she must seize every second to accomplish everything she wants to do.
Beitang heard her mention 'sleep therapy', and suddenly, his throat choked.
"Okay, after the meeting, we will do the 'sleep therapy'." As Beitang said this, he suddenly reached out and hugged her.
This small, thin body was tightly held in his arms.
After a long while, he softly yet firmly said, "Shirao, I won't let anything happen to you."
Tears suddenly welled up in Gong Shirao's eyes; she forced herself to suppress her tears in his embrace, as if her heart was filled with a special kind of bittersweet taste.
