Zhao Guodong watched Ye Ling stiffly, her words pure and childlike did not affect her smile because of the bruises on her face, but the words she spoke were like a thunderclap, exploding Zhao Guodong's entire mind.
"Ye Ling, are you teasing me?" Zhao Guodong's tears unknowingly flowed down, "Ye Ling, tell me you're teasing me, right?"
His hands unknowingly tightened around Ye Ling's arms, gently shaking the smiling face in front of him, hoping to hear the words he was longing for, even as people came to pull him away, Zhao Guodong wouldn't let go, only looking expectantly at Ye Ling.
Ye Ling raised her hand to wipe away Zhao Guodong's smile from his face, "Why are you crying?"
"Can you hear what I'm saying?" Zhao Guodong couldn't care about anything else, still persistent about this.
Ye Ling answered irrelevantly, "Why are you just moving your mouth but not speaking?"
