After Wen Yuan finished speaking, he looked at ye mu Bai quietly. Two more drops of tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes.
It looked a little fragile.
This was a rare expression on Wen Yuan's face. Ye mu Bai's heart ached for him. He said in a low and hoarse voice, " "wen yuan, don't cry."
the moment she cried, he felt that he had bullied her.
Moreover, it was true that he had bullied her all those years ago. He knew that she liked him and that she liked someone else, but he still insisted on being entangled with her. She had spent so much time and effort, but he only thought that she was vicious.
Ye mu Bai's heart ached. He lowered his head and pressed it against her face. His voice was especially gentle. don't cry, Wen Yuan. It's my fault.
"of course it's your fault." wen yuan bit his lip and then buried his face in the pillow as if he was escaping from something. his tears were a little hot and moist, so it must be uncomfortable.
