She was crying.
Zhou Yao did not expect her to cry. In fact, he had seen many women cry. Yang Lin had confessed to him twice, but he rejected each time. Yang Lin cried every time.
So be it. He would not even look at her. He hated crying women the most.
However, he couldn't bear to watch a woman cry. Leng Zhiyuan, who was hidden in the depths of his heart, had also cried in front of him. Four years ago, she cried like that and then closed her eyes.
Those tearful eyes kept appearing in his dream. He thought that it was just a dream. That in reality, he would never see those tearful eyes again.
But now, the woman who was forced into a corner by him, the woman who was humiliated by him with the cruelest words, her eyes were also filled with tears like Leng's.
He was in a trance completely. The eyes in front of him completely overlapped with those in his dream.
