Ming Xiaoyu looked at him and saw a beautiful smile coming across his face. That smile reminded her of the last smile he gave her before his death. Instantly, her eyes welled up with tears and before she could stop it, a teardrop fell onto his cheeks. Wen Jinyang was startled. He touched his cheek and then looked at her with worry. "Ming Xiaoyu, are you crying? Are you okay?"
Ming Xiaoyu took a step back and rubbed her eyes. "I-I am fine. Don't worry."
"What's wrong?"
"I think something went into my eyes," she lied.
Wen Jinyang moved closer. "Show me?"
"No," Ming Xiaoyu shook her head and rejected his help. "I am alright. You sit back."
