Randall squatted down beside the bed, wiped Aluo's cheeks and neck little by little with a towel to help her cool down and dissipate heat.

The movements were gentle, as if Aluo was a treasure he carefully cared for.

The drunk Aluo is the same as her usual. Even if she is uncomfortable, she will not make a fuss. She is so obedient that she is heartbreaking.

Randall carefully wiped her twice, and felt Aluo's frown loosen a little, then stopped wiping and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash the towel again.

Just as he withdrew his hand and was about to stand up.

Aluo, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes without warning, and his eyes met Randall.

Randall stopped all his actions.

Aluo didn't say anything, just stared at Randall's eyes without blinking.

When Randall thought she couldn't speak, she suddenly reached out and touched Randall's cheek.

Careful, tentative touch, as if afraid that all you see is just a phantom.

When he found that he could really touch it, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in Aluo's eyes.

Then, he slowly raised a smile at Randall and said softly: "Ashen, you are finally back..."

Randall didn't move, and just let Aluo's hand touch his face.

No rejection, no response.

"Ashen..." A Luo called this name over and over again.

But, I could clearly touch it, but why can't I get A Shen's response?

Is she still dreaming?

As Aluo called, tears gradually filled her eyes, which slid down the corners of her eyes and penetrated into the bed sheet.

Randall's heart seemed to be burned by her tears.

There was never a response, and Aluo began to think that he was dreaming.

She whimpered in disappointment, lowered her eyes, intending to retract her hand.

Randall couldn't help but responded softly, "I'm here."

A Luo was covered in an instant, and suddenly raised his head and looked at him in disbelief.

But tears blurred her gaze, and she couldn't see Randall's face clearly.

She quickly rubbed her eyes, then opened her eyes desperately to see Randall.

He is still there, not dreaming.

A Luo was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help crying again.

This time, he no longer whimpered in a low voice, but cried loudly, with a lot of grievances and sadness in his crying.

Randall's heart seemed to be pulled hard, and he could no longer control himself. He reached out and carried Aluo into his arms, whispering to comfort him: "Aluo, don't cry."

Aluo turned around and hugged him hard, buried his head in his neck, crying so hard that he couldn't stop.

She really, really waited for this person for too long.

She missed him very much, but she couldn't wait for him.

"Ashen... I've been waiting for you for a long time... You finally came to find me..."

Alcohol amplified his emotions, and all the longing that Aluo had been suppressing burst out at this moment.

She hugged Randall tightly, as if she was afraid that once she let go, he would disappear into her world again.

She could wait for him for twenty-three years, but she didn't know if she could continue to wait for him for the second twenty-three years.

She wanted to keep her promise to him, but waiting was really hard.

She was really miserable, she was afraid that one day she would really not be able to wait and broke the appointment with him.

She doesn't want to break the appointment.

The hot tears on the neck almost burn Randall's skin.

He hugged Aluo back, patted her back lightly, and comforted her softly.
Chapter completed!