Jiang Ruolan lowered her head without saying a word. She casually used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears, and then as she was about to wipe the other side, Xian Zihao pulled her hand away. With one hand holding her hand, and the other hand wiping away her tears, he stroked her face and said patiently, "Alright, stop crying. It is not good for your body."
If he hadn't suddenly arrived, perhaps Jiang Ruolan would have just been sitting there in a daze until tomorrow morning. The warmth of his body made her unable to control her emotions and shed tears. Jiang Ruolan snorted and chuckled, while at the same time, shaking her head, "It's nothing. I was reminded of something and somehow a little sad."
Xian Zihao looked at her quietly. He pushed her hair behind her ear and said nothing. He only just looked at her.
