Xiang Yimo made his way to Zhong Lingling's side, just as the tears brimming in her eyes broke free and trickled down.
As Yimo brushed past her, she thought he had left and would not return.
So when Yimo suddenly doubled back to stand in front of her, she was somewhat taken aback.
Just as she was about to raise her hand to wipe away the tears blurring her vision, Yimo unexpectedly lifted his hand and used his thumb to wipe away her tears.
This simple gesture moved her deeply.
Because, for the past month, Yimo hadn't even afforded her such a basic kindness.
She suddenly found it difficult to imagine that once, this indifferent man had cherished her like a treasure.
She pulled out a tissue and covered her red, teary eyes, telling herself not to cry, yet sobbing uncontrollably.
Even though he had been very cold to Zhong Lingling these days, she never shed a tear in front of him. The sudden sight of her crying seemed to melt his hardened heart bit by bit!
