When Fanny Cried, the space between her brows instantly tightened. She raised her arms slightly, wanting to hug her, but in the end, she put them down.
Her voice was steady. "How Old Are You? Why are you still crying so easily?"
"..."Fanny paused for a moment, tears streaming down her face. She raised her head to look at him in a daze.
Seeing his handsome face and indifferent expression, her heart sank into the ice cellar.
She wiped away her tears and retreated from his embrace. She turned to look behind him nervously. Her expression softened slightly when she did not see Zhong Rui Shu.
She apologized sullenly, "I'm sorry. I was in a bad mood and dirtied your shirt."
As Fanny spoke, her fair fingers pointed at the white shirt on his chest, which was wet with tears.
Fanny looked down and followed her gaze. When she saw the moistness, her eyes narrowed slightly.
Her chest inexplicably became a little annoyed.
