"Don't... don't cry..." Seeing her cry like that, his heart felt like it was gently being rained on, leaving him so uncomfortable he almost wanted to curl up.
He hastily pulled out a tissue and gently wiped her cheeks. The smooth tissue lightly grazed her eyes, yet her tears still flowed down like a river.
"Don't cry." Yu Zexiao's handsome face turned silent, his bright eyes dimmed, and the corners of his lips slowly lowered. He didn't know how to make her happy. The fervor he once had was extinguished by her silent tears. At this moment, all he wanted was—for her to stop crying.
So, Yu Zexiao leaned in, gently cradling her head with his fingers, his lips, like a fish softly breathing, tenderly kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
