Shu Yu walked shoulder to shoulder with her. He looked at her worriedly, slowly holding her hand. Seeing no reaction from her, he applied a bit more strength. It seemed he wanted to use this means to draw her attention.
Dong Huiying came back to her senses, turned her head away, and rolled up her sleeves to press the corners of her eyes and rubbed her face randomly. After tidying up the tears on her face, she turned back to him, "I'm fine,"
She forced a smile, but her lips felt as if they were weighed down by a thousand-pound weight, too heavy to curve upwards. However, fearing his concern, she tried hard to smile.
Nevertheless, Shu Yu's reaction was—to reach out and cover her face with his hand. "If you don't want to smile, then don't. In front of me, there's no need to force a smile."
The tears she had just stopped almost flowed again because of him. Her nose tingled, she sniffed, and after a long while, she uttered a soft "Hmm."
