He rested his hand on her face and could feel the cold traces of tears with his fingers. All women he had dated, had confessed their love for him—even Yixuan was no exception. He was unimpressed as it had boosted his male ego well, but he felt as if something had touched his frozen and rigid heart.
Even moved.
"Alright, stop crying. You crybaby." He tenderly patted her face as if coaxing a little girl. He also made it as an excuse to explain further, regardless of whether this woman could understand or if she was even conscious.
"I did not touch her. I have not been with another woman ever since I had you," he said, although he knew she could not hear him. But at the very least, he could speak his mind—thoughts she was not aware of.
