Han Yuanjun's right hand left the steering wheel, and he grabbed Liang Zixuan's arm, pulling her into his arms.
He glanced at her and said softly over her head, "With me, you don't have to hold back. If you want to cry, just cry. I won't laugh at you."
Liang Zixuan wanted to cry, but she didn't want to cry anymore after hearing his words.
She just laid on his shoulders and used the expensive shirt he wore to wipe away her tears. In a hoarse voice, she said, "Hearing you say that, I suddenly don't want to cry anymore."
Han Yuanjun looked wronged. "I really won't laugh at you."
The more he spoke, the more Liang Zixuan could not cry.
Liang Zixuan was comforted to the point that her heart was inexplicably blocked. "If you laugh at me, I might even cry. I can't bear it anymore."
"Is that so?" Han Yuanjun lowered his head to look at her and then smiled widely. He was still as handsome as before.
