C71 Small Circle
Although Jing didn't grasp what Zhang Hao was saying, his gentle touch on her head soothed her, and she ceased her crying, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes.
Zhang Hao, moved by the sight of Jing's tear-streaked face, tenderly wiped away her tears and pulled her into an embrace.
Soon after securing some food, he grilled it, and Jing's mouth watered at the sight of the roasted meat