Mo Roulan stood still looking at the man standing in front of her. She didn't even make an attempt to bend down and pick up her handkerchief.
She merely looked at He Jian blankly as he stepped toward her.
Her lips parted and she breathed through her mouth thinking silently that she should step back when he was nearer than he should be.
However, her legs didn't seem to listen to her mind.
Her eyes followed him as he bent down to pick up her handkerchief and kept in his pocket. Mo Roulan blinked.
She frowned in confusion when he took out his own handkerchief and then stretched his hand out towards her.
This time she stepped back when she realized what he was trying to do.
He Jian froze. Surprised, he looked at Mo Roulan with confusion.
"Lanlan…"
He whispered as he stepped forward again to wipe her tears with his handkerchief. His heart was filled with distress seeing her red face and eyes.
