C221 Needling

In the dark room, Bei Chenghan's slender fingers caressed the person painted on the painting. From his eyebrows to his lips, it was a gentle gesture that could overturn the world. "Xiao'er." He called out softly, as if this name was the most precious thing in the world to him.

"Xiao Er, when are you done playing? This time, you've already been gone for so long