Nan Zhi was pulled down next to Gu Sheng, who was in a feverish daze. Her face landed into his chest accidentally. As she took in the faint minty and refreshing scent on him, her long lashes trembled slightly.
With a pant of guilt, she remembered the thin and young teen, who had never disliked her, and even even took care of her carefully when she fat and ugly. He had never abandoned her when she needed someone.
Brother Gu Sheng was back, she felt a happiness bloom inside her chest. It felt great.
"Little Flower…" Gu Sheng raised his hand to caress Nan Zhi's petite face.
Nan Zhi turned her head a little to avoid his hand subconsciously. She did not know why, but she felt a little resistant to having touches that were too close, too intimate.
Even though he was the one who had saved her life, and was a very important person to her.
However, since then, they had both grown up.
