“Don’t cry.”Feng churui reached out his hand and gently wiped away the tears that rolled out of her eyes. These words made his heart ache.
In his impression of Wu Xuewei, she was an elf-like and playful little girl. She would act coquettishly and call him Uncle Feng sweetly. She would also shamelessly kiss his cheek often and intimately. She was lively and young.., she was a lively and lively girl. He had always thought so.
But now, she had changed.
When did she become so fond of shedding tears?
When did she start to dislike herself?
Wu Xuewei looked at him with tears streaming down her face. Her small face was the size of a palm. Her eyes, nose, and mouth were all red from crying. When contrasted with her pale face, she looked a little pale.
However, that pitiful and mournful look in her eyes made people feel uneasy.
“Promise Me, okay?”Wu Xuewei stubbornly asked for a promise.
