She looked at Li Qingcang with teary eyes. The person who should have said sorry was her, Brother Li.
She lied to him.
"Tianxin, don't you like this flower? Or don't you like the name of this flower?"
Li Qingcang stretched out his hand and gently wiped Ye Tianxin's tears with his fingers.
After being with Ye Tianxin, he really realized that women were indeed sensitive.
His Tianxin was really sensitive.
"No, Brother Li, I just want to cry."
