"I'm a little upset. I might cry."
Lu Yi stroked her hair gently. "It's alright to be upset. Cry if you want to. No one will laugh at you. I know your tears are tears of relief and joy."
Yan Huan knew that too. She knew and accepted what is right, but that didn't stop her from crying tears of loneliness and joy.
Her eyes shut as her red lips curved upwards slightly. Tears fell out again. She laughed as she cried and cried as she laughed, by turns sad and sentimental.
"I'm going on an overseas trip with Luo Lin tomorrow," said Yan Huan, still lying down on his lap. Lu Yi didn't mind that.
"Alright," he said. He bent down. Yan Huan's eyes were shut, two gentle shades at her lashes.
"Take a break while you are there. I'm sure you'll be alright again by the time you come back."
Yan Huan huddled up, breathing in his faint, familiar smell.
