Deng Tianxin wiped Tang Yuehua's tears and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Consider this my thank-you gift for taking care of me all this time."
Right after that, Deng Tianxin added, "Sister Yuehua, don't tell anyone else about this."
Tang Yuehua crouched in front of Deng Tianxin and reached out to pull him into her arms. This hug was different from every hug before.
In the past, when she hugged him, it had been the indulgent affection of an older sister hugging a younger brother, treating him like an adorable little thing to dote on.
But now, there was something more in the force of her embrace, something hard to put into words.
It was the strength of someone who had walked too long in the dark and, upon suddenly seeing a beam of light, instinctively wanted to hold on tight.
Tang Yuehua rested her chin on Deng Tianxin's fluffy head and tightened her arms, as if afraid this little lucky star would vanish in the blink of an eye.
"Thank you, Tianxin." Tang Yuehua's voice was muffled against the top of Deng Tianxin's head, carrying the nasal tone of someone who had just cried, but every word was spoken with solemn sincerity.
Deng Tianxin joked, "Yuehua, Sister, from now on you're my first wife!"
"First wife?"
Tang Yuehua's arms stiffened slightly around Deng Tianxin, then she loosened her hold and lowered her head to look at the solemn little face in her arms.
There were still tear tracks at the corners of her eyes that had not been wiped clean, but the corners of her mouth had already lifted beyond her control.
"You little rascal." Tang Yuehua reached out and pinched Deng Tianxin's chubby cheeks, gently tugging them to either side, her tone full of helplessness that was half