When Li Qingcang mentioned her grandmother's illness, tears started rolling down Ye Tianxin's cheeks like beads from a broken string.
Now, Li Qingcang didn't like girls who cried. He thought they were a nuisance.
And when he saw that Ye Tianxin was crying, it was like he had two left feet. He was at a complete loss for how to react. All he could do was retrieve a packet of tissue from the pocket of his hospital garb, pull a piece of out from the opening in the center of the pack, and hand it to Ye Tianxin.
"Don't cry. A girl's tears are precious!"
Li Qingcang had never consoled a girl before, and he had no clue how to do it. But seeing Ye Tianxin cry so brokenheartedly, he just uttered whatever came to mind first.
"If you're feeling really sad and heartbroken, I'll lend you my shoulder for you to lean on for a bit. No big deal!"
Lifting her tear-filled eyes, Ye Tianxin looked at Li Qingcang's face.
