Xiao Chen's kiss left her lips, gently kissing away the tears on her face.
The bitterness and accumulated grievances in Lan Yue's heart seemed to surge all at once: the helplessness between her brother and Xiao Chen, the wrongs misunderstood by Xiao Chen.
Tears fell incessantly, like beads that had snapped off a string.
"Does it still hurt?"
Xiao Chen's tender kiss landed on her eyes.
Lan Yue shook her head while crying, if she could be with him like this, she would endure this pain a hundred times, a thousand times more.
Xiao Chen raised his hand, using his fingertip to wipe away the traces of tears at the corner of her eye, then gently lifted her withered hand to check it.
His touch was extremely light, but when it touched Lan Yue, she couldn't help but cry out in pain.
It felt as if the place he touched was scorched by a branding iron.
Xiao Chen dared not move her again, only furrowing his brows to solemnly ask how she was feeling.
