She felt her vision blur and something was on her face. She looked up and saw Xie Jingxing wiping her tears with a handkerchief.
She cried in the end.
The young man's hand was slender and he lowered his head slightly. His movements were very gentle, and his eyes were very serious, as if he was doing the thing that required the most meticulous work. His long eyelashes were lowered, and he was already as handsome as a painting. He was no longer the indifferent and mischievous person in the day, but he was like the gentlest partner, like an elder brother, and also like a friend.
Shen Miao was a little lost in thought. When Xie Jingxing finished wiping, he saw her gaze and raised an eyebrow. "You're not crying anymore?"
She looked away. "Thank you." This time, the thank you was finally not as forced and mocking as before. It seemed to be the first time she had spoken in such a gentle tone.
