"Shirao..." Ji Chiming slowly bent down and gently patted her shoulder.
"I'm fine, I'm crying tears of joy," Gong Shirao choked out while sobbing.
"...Silly girl," Ji Chiming sighed softly, patting her head.
Does she really like Zhan Nanjue? Otherwise, why is she crying so sadly? But if she likes him that much, why does she have to leave him?
Not far away, around the corner, Zhan Nanjue stood there motionless, watching as Ji Chiming gently patted Gong Shirao's head.
She didn't flinch. She said, 'I'm crying tears of joy.'
Zhan Nanjue watched her from afar, a hint of sadness passing through his eyes that even he didn't understand.
Yes, he knew why she avoided him but didn't avoid others.
He knew her avoidance was not her fault, but his own.
If that night he had been more careful, if he hadn't succumbed to Ou Yimo's drug, hadn't lost consciousness, hadn't let anything happen with Ou Yimo, hadn't made Gong Shirao sad...
Perhaps he could be braver now, and walk towards her.
