Feng Yihuan didn't speak. After crying, she calmed down.
She inadvertently saw the front of Ye Heng's shirt, stained with a layer of water.
That water stain was probably from her crying.
This was the first time she'd cried like this in front of someone outside.
She wiped her tears, realizing she was too close to him, in a very ambiguous position.
She couldn't help but move a little away, feeling very embarrassed.
"Ye Heng, I'm… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wet your shirt. How about I get you a new one?"
Ye Heng couldn't help but rub his temples. Clearly, her issues were being discussed, how did it turn into an issue about the shirt?
Moreover, would he even care about a shirt?
"Huanhuan, don't change the subject. We're talking about your issue. Do you know who the person you like is? In the eyes of everyone else, it looks like you are with your own brother in a forbidden..." love!
Ye Heng was a bit reluctant to say the word out loud.
