He wiped away the tears from her cheek once again and whispered, "You little rascal, weren't you the one who wanted to break things off with me? Why cry so miserably?"
Qiao Mo looked at him with eyes full of mist, as if silently accusing, a grievance she couldn't express.
He gently pressed her little head against his chest, stood by the bed holding her, gently stroking her hair with his large hand, his gaze towards the distance now tinged with redness.
Leaning against him, Qiao Mo cried even more fiercely.
Just the thought of him leaving without looking back made her indescribably sad, not to mention breaking things off.
What should she do?
I didn't realize how much I've grown attached to you.
You're so bad... so annoying...
Her lashes caught tiny crystal droplets, blurring her vision. She gently embraced his waist, tightening her grip, tears flowing more fiercely, soaking his shirt, leaving a patch of dampness.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, slightly pouting.
