Tan Mo suddenly stopped crying after that.
The only tears that were left were those that still hung on her eyelashes.
It was as if they were morning dew about to drip off the leaves.
Of course, her face was still wet from all the crying.
Her reddened eyes were focused on the man in front of her, looking at him dumbfoundedly.
Those eyes were as clear as crystal that had just been polished.
When Wei Zhiqian slightly turned his head, his breath brushed past her nose.
Without any warning, his soft and warm lips landed on her forehead.
The lips then moved to her eyes, touching the tears that were still hanging on the lashes.
Wei Zhiqian gently moved his lips, and the tears dripped from her lashes to his lips and into his mouth.
Even though the liquid had a hint of saltiness to it, he could also taste the natural aroma that Tan Mo always carried around with her.
Wei Zhiqian had to admit that it was pretty addictive.
