As long as she stopped crying, he could do anything.
Her tears were like glass shards that pierced his heart.
Qiao Mianmian looked up at him with eyes still cold and distant. "Mo Yesi, do you think I'm angry about this?"
Mo Yesi was stunned. "… Isn't it because of this? Then what?"
Qiao Mianmian took a deep breath and wiped her tears. She looked at him and thought for a while before saying, "It has something to do with this, but it's not entirely because of this. Mo Yesi, do you know how tiring it is to be with someone like you?"
Mo Yesi pursed his lips.
"So, you feel tired being with me?" he asked hoarsely after a moment of silence.
Qiao Mianmian shook her head. "No. Actually, I'm very happy with you."
The man looked at her in surprise. "But you said you're tired."
