Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
It took He Jiang a full ten minutes to calm Shang Jing down.
The view of Shang Jing, bare-footed in his pajamas, wiping his tears in his arms made his heart ache.
This was also the first time he felt Shang Jing did care for him ever since their reunion at the hospital.
“Don’t wipe your tears and snot on my shirt.”
Despite Shang Jing getting over the matter a while ago, with the dam in his heart breached, it was not easy to stop his tears from gushing out. They were tears accumulated from his fears of his unknown past, the woes he went through on He Jiang’s birthday, the emotions he felt while waiting endlessly in front of the birthday cake for a certain someone to return…
Just a moment of relaxation and the memory and emotions washed over him again.
It did not help that He Jiang was away from home most of the time, making it hard for him to develop any sense of security. It had even reached the point where a moment of tardiness on He Jiang’s part in returning home would induce feelings of loneliness and anxiety in him, making him feel helpless, like he was once again left alone in the world to fend for himself. He did not know anyone else in this world, no one else was looking out for him and there was no one he could approach.
He was lost, even his past self was a mystery to him.
When the calm finally settled in, it came with a wave of embarrassment. But revenge was still fresh on Shang Jing’s mind. As a form of quick revenge, he pulled on He Jiang’s shirt and wiped his face with it.
“So what if I wiped my tears and snot on your shirt? How expensive can it be? I’ll compensate you for it.”
But He Jiang was not offended. Instead, he lightly rubbed the corner of Shang Jing’s reddened eyes and chuckled, “It’s not my shirt that’s expensive. It’s my wife my heart aches for. What if the fabric of my shirt scratches your skin?”
Shang Jing’s skin was soft and moist from all the crying and seemed like it would tear from a soft touch, much less say fabric.
But the statement did little to impress Shang Jing and left him speechless. He wa
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