Song Sinian buried his head in her bosom and thought about what Lu Zhaozhao had done for him before. He subconsciously nuzzled into her embrace and muttered in a muffled voice, "I feel a little uncomfortable."
His voice was low, and since Lu Zhaozhao couldn't see his face, her heart couldn't help but grow more worried.
In his previous life, Song Sinian had suffered from severe depression, which she had completely overlooked.
Now that she was aware of it in this life, she couldn't let Song Sinian continue to struggle alone.
She hugged Song Sinian with her arms and gently stroked his head, "Does this make you feel a bit better?"
Lu Zhaozhao's voice was soft yet filled with tenderness.
She knew that for Song Sinian, the emotional logic of normal people simply didn't make sense, but by reversing his behavior, it was quite understandable.
His recognition of actions like kisses, hugs, and pats was limited to when she felt bad emotionally.