C56 I'm Moved

Meng Wanchu's voice was very soft, but it was as if a tiny thorn had stabbed into Gu Hanchen's heart. His heart ached.

The ink in his eyes faded a little. Gu Hanchen bent down and reached out to touch her forehead. His thumb touched her wrinkled forehead, like touching a kitten. "I won't feel uncomfortable in a while. Go to sleep."

Meng Wanchu was in a daze