Chen Sijin slowly loosened her fingers, her eyes unblinkingly fixed on Jiang Yuchi, who was familiarly nestled against Yujie's chest, every strand of her hair radiating a sense of reliance.
It was true; Chen Sijin had long since realized that a young moth inside a cocoon might feel suffocated and oppressed, yet it could never leave that cocoon.
She craved the air, she craved the light, yet she also feared the very moment of breaking out of the cocoon.
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