She just didn't know how to handle her emotions, didn't know how to face him, that's all.
She just wanted to make herself a little better, a little more independent.
In truth, she was scared.
Because liking someone always made you so cautious, so constantly worried.
As memories surged back, Shen Xingchen's eyes turned red.
Carrying a bag in her left hand, she wiped her eyes with her right before turning around to look at Shen Li, softly calling, "Uncle."
At this moment, Shen Xingchen didn't know what to do, didn't know if all her decisions were right or wrong.
Especially remembering how her grandaunt had wiped her tears for her just now, she felt even more helpless.
The young girl, with reddened eyes, turned around, and Shen Li's heart felt a sharp tug.
Immediately, he strode closer to Shen Xingchen.
Raising a hand to gently touch her face, he asked, "Does your stomach hurt again?"
"No," Shen Xingchen looked up at Shen Li and shook her head.
