Xiajun Zihao's body tensed up, he didn't want Xie Yan 'er to cry.
"Yan 'er, don't cry, okay?"
Xie Yan 'er raised her head and met xiajun Zihao's slightly distressed eyes. She was stunned for a moment. When she wiped her tears and took a closer look, she found nothing.
His eyes were still as calm as water, like an ancient well, without any waves.
It was as if the gaze she had just seen was just an illusion.
His words were so gentle that Xie Yan 'er thought they were only in her dreams.
"Brother ... Brother Hao, you ..."
"You what?" Xie Yan 'er didn't continue. She actually wanted to ask why he was speaking to her in such a gentle tone.
Was it to coax her and comfort her?
"Big brother Hao, you ... You don't blame me? Don't you hate me?"
Xie Yan 'er's eyes were wet, but she was still very beautiful.
How could he bear to say something that would make her unhappy when she was like this?
