Ziyi was still crying.
He loved her, yet he still had to leave her.
This fact made Ziyi feel even more miserable.
She couldn't say more to make him stay, because... she didn't want to harm him, didn't want to be a burden to him.
However... she still didn't want him to go.
So, she could only grip his sleeve tightly, as if that could make him stay a moment longer.
Pei Yuanchen swallowed hard and lifted her horizontally, letting her sit on his lap.
Ziyi seized the opportunity to wrap her arms tightly around his waist, burying her head in his chest, her body trembling slightly.
Pei Yuanchen remained silent, continuing to dry her hair while combing through it gently with his fingers.
He didn't stop until her hair was half-dry, then lifted her face.
Her entire face was swollen from crying, her eyes nearly swollen into peaches.
Pei Yuanchen's hand trembled slightly.
He didn't want to make her sad, yet in the end, he still hurt her deeply.
