Song Yun had tried to stop her for a long time, but still couldn't hold Xiao Qing's hand. Now, seeing her crying, he smiled wryly and said, "Why are you crying?"
"Yeah. Why am I crying? I had already prepared myself mentally, yet I still had vain hopes," Xiao Qing wiped her tears and said softly.
"Who said it was a vain hope?" Song Yun made a funny face with a smile.
"Not a vain hope? You mean?" Xiao Qing saw Song Yun nodding, immediately ran to the mirror, looked at herself, and cried again.
Song Yun was puzzled. He ran up and held her shoulder, asking, "Why are you crying again?"
Xiao Qing suddenly turned around, plunged herself into Song Yun's arms, wrapped her arms around his waist, and cried silently.
"It's okay now. You're even more beautiful than before." Song Yun patted Xiao Qing's back and said gently.
