She shouted as she spoke, her chest heaving up and down with excitement, as if she had a stomach full of depression and discomfort. In a moment of desperation, she let it all out. After she finished speaking, she covered her face with both hands, not wanting him to look at her even more embarrassing face all the time.
Her tears flowed down her fingertips, drop by drop, and fell on his palm.
Finally, a pool of water gathered in his palm.
Leng Yejin clenched his fingers tightly. The water flowed down and slid to his feet. It seemed like there was no trace of it, but it hit his heart hard. His heart softened again and again. He held her hand and gently pulled her into his arms. His palm caressed her back, which was trembling with excitement, trying to calm her down.
