Shen Mo's heartstrings quivered, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words.
After a moment of silence, he quietly looked up and watched the dark rain curtain outside with her.
Their blurred reflections shimmered on the glass window.
Bai Youwei said, "The last time I cried was when I was twelve, and I realized I could no longer walk."
Shen Mo wondered, did that mean she regarded him as a second pair of legs?
The sound of rainfall outside rustled against the window, stirring up a gust of wind that made the glass shiver slightly.
The room was serene.
"You did cry last time," Shen Mo said.
Bai Youwei was taken aback, looking up at him.
Shen Mo mildly replied, "You cried once when I took you to the toilet. I think it happened at the toll gate."
First, Bai Youwei's face registered shock, then surprise, anger, and embarrassment—she was infuriated!
"You're talking nonsense!" She glared at him, adamant, "I didn't cry!"
Shen Mo: "You did."
