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"Nana, I miss you!"
Qiao Chutian suddenly said.
Lin Na listened, her heart thumping strongly, all the bitterness and acrimony instantly swept away.
She stared blankly at Qiao Chutian's face.
In the past ten years, he had never expressed any loving words like "I miss you" or "I love you".
Now, hearing him say this so suddenly, her heart surprisingly recovered that old feeling of excitement, with even a trace of sweetness spreading in place of the previous bitterness and jealousy.
Qiao Chutian, feeling his way, found the chair next to her bed, sat down, and reached out to hold Lin Na's hand.
How long had it been since he last held her hand?
Lin Na did not pull her hand away but stared blankly at Qiao Chutian in front of her, trying to figure out what his action meant.
Undoubtedly, she still yearned for the warmth of his palm.
However, they rarely held hands before.
In their ten years together, the opportunities of actually holding hands could be counted on one hand.
