Gong Beitang came out of the bathroom and saw her sleeping with a plush toy in her arms, feeling somewhat complex as he walked closer to her.
It's just a plush toy, does she really need to be like this?
Actually, he was still a bit concerned.
After all, she cherishes the gift Ruan Xincheng gave her…
However, due to the circumstances, he couldn't blame her.
Yet, his heart was not as indifferent as he pretended to be.
Even though he acted like he didn't care, picking it up for her, washing it for her…
If the plush toy he gave her was thrown away, would she cherish it and be determined to retrieve it in the same way?
Gong Beitang didn't think further but reached out to her hand, intending to take the plush toy from her palm, but she was holding it tightly.
"Don't…" she instinctively murmured, "Don't take my stuff…" She frowned slightly, looking sad.
His movement paused slightly.
He remembered her talking about her past.
